(14 days before the fight, Leo's POV)
Two weeks remained.
And with each passing hour, Leo's patience thinned further, like a rope stretched near its breaking point, fraying at the edges no matter how hard he tried to stay composed.
He had been following Charles's training routine religiously, but no matter how many times he circled back to the basics, no matter how many layers of red aura he dissected or how many drills he repeated under Charles's watchful eye, the breakthrough he sought remained stubbornly out of reach.
And so, today, he made a decision.
Combat training would no longer dominate his schedule.
From now until the day of the fight, he would reduce sparring to no more than two hours a day, just enough to keep his instincts from dulling, while the rest of his time would be devoted to the one thing that still eluded him :
Mastering aura and finally unlocking the next stage for visualizing intent.
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