As the sky gradually dimmed, the afterglow of dusk draped a thin, golden veil over the training grounds.
Roland held an Iron Sword, his movements as precise as a machine, practicing the Lion Swordsmanship over and over.
Each of his forms was as standard as a perfect copy, his movements fluid and seamless, with almost no openings to be found.
CLANG!
Hearing the crisp ring of a bell, Roland completed the final form of the Lion Swordsmanship, cleanly sheathed his sword, and ended his training.
Gazing at the steadily growing experience bar for Lion Swordsmanship on his Professional Panel, the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted into a satisfied arc.
'At this rate, I'll be able to get Lion Swordsmanship to Full Level in a few more days, and then I can officially take on the Warrior Profession.'
At this thought, Roland's heart couldn't help but beat a little faster.
