Three days left before Tournament registration, and true to what Bai Shen said, none of it was gettin wasted.
The courtyard had turned into a permanent training ground at this point, groups scattered everywhere doing drills, sparring, or just trying not to collapse from exhaustion. Bai Shen split his time between overseeing everyone else and pushing his own limits, figuring the Tournament wasn't gonna wait around for him to catch up if he slacked off even a little.
'Individual battles are probably where I'll be entering personally,' he thought, watching Zhao Lin trade blows with one of the newer recruits, axe cleaving through the air with a whistle everytime it swung.
'Team battles I can leave to a proper squad. Royal Battles though... those'll need the whole Territory backing it. A small part of him was already itching to go out and hunt properly again, just to burn through the last bit of frustration building up from everything the Congress dumped on him.
