Night had settled fully by the time Trafalgar returned to his room.
The door closed behind him without ceremony, the soft click echoing briefly before silence reclaimed the space. Moonlight slipped in through the narrow window, pale and distant, casting long shadows across the floor. It was quiet enough to hear his own breathing.
He lowered himself to the ground and set his stance.
The weight came next.
A simple item, almost laughably plain for the world it existed in.
[Personalizable Weight Plate – Common Rank]
Nothing legendary. Nothing rare. Just a slab of enchanted metal capable of adjusting its mass at will.
He set it to one hundred kilograms and rested it across his back.
Then he began.
The floor met his palms. His arms bent. His body moved with steady rhythm, controlled and precise, like a machine that had long since learned its limits and decided to ignore them anyway. The strain registered, but it did not slow him. Muscles engaged. Core locked. Breath measured.
