"Ugh, another tough day. I never get used to this knight training. I have to survive, I have to."
Gismond Ert, who had left his damaged armor for repairs, stretched. It was lunchtime, so the streets were bustling with people.
'Still, I've gotten quite used to it now.'
He activated his aura. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips at the small piece of aura blooming at his fingertips.
During the mounted spear tournament, it had tried to scatter chaotically and he just poured it out recklessly, but now it flowed quite according to his intentions.
"Right, just keep going like this. Just like this."
If he continued building strength like this, at least...
"What's 'just like this,' senior?"
At the suddenly heard voice, Gismond Ert startled and turned around. There stood someone completely unexpected.
"Ge, Gerhard Goldenheim?"
"Yes, it's been a while."
"Why me?"
