"Marginally less terrible," she observed. "Again. And again. And again. We'll continue until your muscle memory overwrites whatever bad habits you've developed."
What followed was perhaps the most grueling physical trial Jack had ever endured. Thrust after thrust, each one critiqued with merciless precision, each failure met with cutting observations about his inadequacies as a warrior.
"THUNK!"
"SWISH!"
"WHOOSH!"
The sounds of spear work filled the training ground as Jack worked through the endless repetitions. His shoulders burned with exertion, his arms ached from the constant motion, and sweat poured down his face despite the morning's cool air.
But something remarkable began to happen as the repetitions mounted. His movements grew more fluid, more natural. The spear began to feel less like a foreign object and more like an extension of his own body.
[+5 EXP]
[+5 EXP]
[+5 EXP]
