*Thump… Thump… Thump... Thump…*
"No pain, no gain! Come on, faster!" Marco shouted as he stood at the center, urging his students on.
Daniel's eyelids felt heavy, and his vision blurred from time to time. Not only that, he had used up a large portion of his mana during the previous night's pursuit.
Every morning began with a jog — forty laps around the training ground, which was roughly half the size of a football field.
Some of his comrades had already finished their forty laps and were stretching on the sidelines, preparing themselves for the real training.
Daniel, however, was only about to begin his twenty-fifth lap.
"Haah… haah… I feel so tired for some reason," Daniel muttered as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Marco tilted his head as he watched Daniel. 'What happened to him?' he wondered.
*Hachoo!*
Daniel sneezed but kept jogging.
…
Soon, the shamans lined up before their human-shaped wooden targets.
Everyone was in position except Daniel.
