Cain was out of breath as he swung his swords again and again over the course of 20 minutes.
Each time, Natorio caught the blades with his wooden swords or dodged them entirely. He would have been confused and irritated if Gaius hadn't explained to him what was actually happening.
'He's using an extreme form of reinforcement magic. It's fascinating. The amount of mana required for this application is immense yet on the surface he looks like he isn't striuggling at all.
'Looks like?'
His mana reserves are starting to run dry. He will probably tell you to stop any minute now.
Another clash of blades occured before Gaius' prediction came true. However, Natorio still had his pride and would never let a student know that he was tired.
The way he brought it to a stop was to suddenly lash out with a brutal kick to Cain's chest. A sickening crack echoed out as Cain slid back, his toes trying to dig into the ground to prevent himself from falling out of the ring.
