Zich and Hans pushed their way down the mountain road. Hans dragged a sled behind him, and because the sled kept getting tangled into bushes and trees, he had to lift it up most of the time. The sled was heavy with orc corpses, and Hans’ muscles screamed at him to stop. His mana was also at rock bottom, but Hans was happy to be done with his training.

“How was it today?” Zich asked as he sliced a small tree blocking their path. The usual self-reflection time began. It was difficult to drag the sled while thinking about the day’s ordeals simultaneously, but Hans was used to it now.

“I think I did pretty well today.”

“Then, are you saying you passed?”

“N-No, sir!”

“When I fought the first orc, I didn’t properly swing my ax. My wrist ached for a while from that shock and messed up my swings later on. And when I fought that fourth orc, I didn’t properly space the distance between my attacks. I took an unnecessary extra half-step, so my ax almost split in half.”

“And?”

Hans tried to recall more mistakes in his battles, but he couldn’t think of anything else.

“I-I don’t know, sir,” Hans answered with discouragement. Zich didn’t talk for a moment, and Hans made furtive glances at Zich.

“Well, there are some more things, but you passed. I think you noticed the big things.”

Hans breathed a big sigh of relief.

“Then, is there no additional training today?”

“Man, why do you hate training so much? It’s not even hard.”

“…”

Hans bit his lips hard to try to not say anything.

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