Daniel slipped the strand of Queena's hair into his pouch and sat on the bench as if nothing had happened.
The shamans ate their meal, rested for half an hour, and resumed their training.
As for Daniel, Marco had him focus on physical exercises — running, carrying Veilwood for his comrades, and all sorts of manual labor — so the day wouldn't go to waste.
…
Hours slipped by, and the afternoon sun sank toward the western horizon, painting the sky in orange and yellow.
The fifth day's training had come to an end.
One after another, the shamans tossed aside their sweat-soaked shirts and ran to the cool river to wash away the dust and sweat clinging to their bodies.
"Cannonball!" Zushio shouted as he leaped into the river.
*SPLASH!*
"Haha! Nice one!" Pise laughed.
"Check this. The Dolphin!" Brad exclaimed as he did a backflip and plunged into the river.
Molex answered with a front flip.
Jerald, Vraden, Tridon, and Bernard jumped in one after another without any fancy tricks.
