The next morning, only three days remained before the Vazrun Island Test. As usual, Ruvian was in the training hall, pushing through his morning exercises. It was a daily routine he had never once skipped.
Ruvian gritted his teeth slightly as he balanced his body upside down on a single hand.
"…498."
Sweat dripped from his forehead and splashed onto the polished floor beneath him.
"…499."
He lowered himself slowly again, his free arm tucked behind his back. The magical weight artifacts strapped around his ankles and waist pulled at him relentlessly.
"…500."
With a final push, Ruvian drove his body upward. Instead of lowering himself again, he used the momentum to launch into the air. His body twisted gracefully as he flipped forward before landing lightly on both feet.
Tap.
Not even a wobble.
Ruvian let out a long sigh and rolled his shoulders.
"Alright, that's all for now."
