The backyard training ground was quiet.
A calm silence hung in the air—
Broken only by the faint sound of breathing.
Arthur sat cross-legged in the center of the ground, his eyes closed, his posture steady. His chest rose and fell in a controlled rhythm as he practiced Iron Breathing.
Inhale—
Hold—
Release—
TSH.
Around him—
Dozens of reinforced wooden statues lay shattered across the ground.
Some were cracked.
Some completely destroyed.
Fragments scattered everywhere.
A clear sign of the past ten days.
Ten days of relentless training.
Ten days of pain.
Endurance.
Growth.
Arthur could feel it.
'My body… it's completely different now.'
His muscles felt denser.
His core—stable.
His breathing—natural.
Even without thinking—
His body maintained structure.
Something he couldn't even imagine doing before.
Then—
