It had everything you could imagine: free weights, shooting ranges, scarecrow dummies, dozens of saunas, cryochambers, and even a swimming pool the size of two Olympic ones combined.
Of course, only one thing caught my attention.
The private rooms for AI dummy training bots.
It seemed I wasn't the only one as countless students immediatly ran up to the hall's second floor, filling up the less than ten rooms within moments.
I could wait... it wasn't like swordmanship was the only thing I could practice.
At this point, it felt like I had hit an immovable wall in sword training, and reading more textbooks alongside solo practice wasn't going to get me over it.
Thus, I ignored the metal dummies in the corner of the room and calmly strolled toward the free training area, which was nothing but plain floor for meters.
Dancing.
I had to replicate what I had seen in that vision.
The old, robed man's dance. I had already grasped the idea of the movement: putting aside natural laws such as that of gravity, proposed by Isaac Newton, and accepting nature's inconsistencies.
Now...all that was left was trial and error.
Perform the dance until I get it right.
Taking a deep breath, I brought my feet together and began, lunging my right foot forward.
Before even attempting to jump in the air, I had to perfect the entire rest of the dance.
***
Wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead, pushing back his messy black hair, Leo sighed and glanced backward.
A group of at least four students was intently staring at him, scribbling into a notebook with their pencils.'
Making eye contact with them, Leo could only gently smile and turn back around with his sword, trying his best to contain the rising anger.
"For fucks sake, do they have nothing better to do?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded from right beside Leo, surprising him.
"Get used to it."
Glancing to his right, seeing a strand of amber-brown hair flash across his sight, Leo watched the girl beside him swing around the broadsword in her hand as if it were a pencil.
Grinning, a fierce glint within her sparkling green eyes, Haerin tilted her head and said.
"You want some privacy? Duel me, trust me, none of them will watch."
As if proving her point, the students observing Liam immediatly looked away at the sight of Haerin.
Seeing Leo's dumbfounded expression, Haerin smirked and said.
"It's not my fault if they get caught in the crossfire when I practice."
Snapping Leo back to reality, the girl suddenly added.
"You know, for a rank 1, you don't look that intimidating. I think I could take you in four... no, that's too generous, three strikes."
Leaving the dummies behind and following Haerin toward an open square meant for sparring and dueling, Leo stepped forward, a dangerous glint in his blood-red eyes, and whispered.
"I'll hold back, for your sake. So, just go all out, will you?"
Suddenly pausing mid-step, Haerin narrowed her eyes and questioned.
"Have I met you before? Did you attend the middle academy f-"
Walking past Haerin, hiding his face, Leo stepped onto the sparring square and answered without looking back.
"Actually, I only picked up the sword a couple of months ago. So, it'd be quite embarrassing if you lost to me, you know?"
A wide grin spreading across her face, Haerin took her place opposite Leo, raising her broadsword to the sky.
"Nice try, you only got rank one because I couldn't be asked to study."
***
Two figures, seemingly opposites with one having pure-white hair and the other dark-purple, stood side-by-side before the archery range.
Each range had a tablet that allowed the user to adjust the distance and speed of targets, alongside seeing important stats like arrow speed and accuracy.
Setting the range to level ten, where targets at the 50-meter mark would pop in every direction for 30 seconds, Serena raised her crossbow, positioning the scope right before her eye.
The first target, the size of a frisbee, flew upward from the ground.
*WHOOSH*
An arrow instantly pummeled it, shattering the target into tens of pieces.
Then, another...and another.
*WHOOSH*
Like a robot, Serena held her crossbow with hand, making microadjusts to hit each target just as they flashed across her vision.
Her reaction time was unbelievable, boosted by her gift's innate ability.
Her other hand, however, was in a completely different world.
*WHOOSH*
Instantly, her free left hand surged upward, slotting a new arrow in the crossbow within less than a second.
Then, before Serena could even click the trigger to fire the arrow, it flew backward, over her right shoulder, and grabbed a new arrow from the quiver on her back.
This was why she had chosen a crossbow despite its skill ceiling.
A crossbow that could be fired with the single click of a trigger was the only ranged weapon that could keep pace with her almost-instant reaction time.
With a large bow, it would take her far too much time to pull back the string and move the weapon