Once again, I began training day after day.
My control over Primordial Force expanded beyond simple movements—such as breathing, walking, moving my arms, and so on.
It was time to learn real martial arts.
"Try to imitate me," Laxus said, demonstrating a fighting stance, and I did so.
At that moment, my control over Primordial Force weakened. The stance, which should have been unshakable, actually made me weaker because I wasn't executing it properly.
"Strike like this!" Laxus threw a punch, and once again I followed, under Raiden's scrutiny as he soon approached.
"A little higher, widen your base, and tighten your core." He lightly adjusted my posture, his tone warm and friendly. Like an experienced teacher, he neither scolded me nor placed expectations on me.
However, a small, poorly concealed gleam was always present in his eyes.
