My enemies faced two possible conclusions: either I was significantly stronger than I appeared, which would prompt them to send overwhelming force in the next attempt, or my guards were more capable than they anticipated, leading them to plan around my protection.
Neither scenario favoured me in future encounters.
I needed to maximize my training efficiency while I had time. The academy's training facilities would allow me to push my abilities for now until things cooled down a little. Blood Control, my enhanced physique, and weapon techniques all required constant refinement.
The training grounds were less crowded during evening hours, giving me space to practice without attracting unwanted attention. I had learned today that my true capabilities needed to remain hidden until absolutely necessary.
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Walking through the corridor, I bumped into Victor Castellane, also known as the Wiseman among the second year students.
