"Too weak!"
A voice rang out across the empty ground.
The sound of impacting metal echoed in repetition over that lonely environment.
Kerrrr!
Rumble!
"That hurts…" Hector groaned, grimacing as he struggled to get up after the fall.
He tightly clenched his cane, a B-Rank artifact, using it as support to prop himself up.
"That's all my power… I can't do anything more…" Hector sighed and slowly sat down, exhausted after hours of intense training with his instructor.
Then, he took a healing capsule from his space system and chewed it, savoring the taste.
Over time, all the wounds on his body healed.
…
Michael breathed deeply. Then, he glanced at Hector for a moment before speaking, tired, worried.
"Honestly, you're bad at all combat skills… but you're missing one thing far more vital than any of that… Do you know what it is?"
Hearing that, Hector simply shook his head, confused.
He didn't understand what Michael was saying.
