My birthday came and went.
A few more days passed.
It was currently the twelfth day of the voyage. According to our navigators, we still have three more days of travel ahead of us.
The meetings had grown less frequent as we neared our destination.
That gave me more time to practice using my Spiritual Pressure.
…What? Why are you surprised? Did you think I only slacked off whenever I had free time?
Wow.
I'm offended.
…Okay, maybe I had planned to slack off at first.
But Vereshia caught me one day and decided to take it upon herself to train me.
For the past, I don't know, a week? She had been torturing me.
And no, I didn't misspeak. Torturing, not training.
She claimed she was training me, but there was a certain point after which being forced to catch throwing knives without your hands every day after breakfast started feeling like torture.
The first few days were mostly about control. She gave me many good tips. I appreciated them.
