The Last Morning as a Free Man

Asura continued through the night. He practised the swings he stole from his new mother for hours. From the moment he took the monoliths into his body, he discovered the ability to use Animus to replace his sleep. 

"Haa... Haa...."

Though it meant he no longer needed sleep, the limit for him now was three days.

His body dripped with sweat, while small swellings appeared on his hands, hard skin from the number of times he swung the gigantic sword in succession.

Today, he would marry Vela, and the feeling of happiness and excitement caused him to blow his steam off in the training room. 

'I should head to my room and shower, and those maids will want to put that damn stuff on my face again.'

It might have felt strange, but seeing Vela's face blush after he put on the makeup would make it worth it. Asura didn't mind fulfilling her desires. Despite her upbringing and usual actions, she seemed to be quite the maiden.

"Let's go."