“…Hm?”
Sungjin tilted his head in the middle of meditation. His ears had suddenly started itching.
What was that? Was someone talking about him?
“What is it, Your Highness?”
“Oh, nothing, Sir Masain.”
“I see. If you have finished meditating, how about suppressing your Aura and going through the Standard Swordsmanship for the first time in a while?”
Sungjin nodded and obediently drew Nutcracker.
For the first time in quite a while, he was receiving a proper swordsmanship lesson from Masain. Lately, Sungjin had often pushed one troublesome matter after another onto Sir Masain while he himself spent his time napping.
‘This is nice. Training really is the best way to get rid of distracting thoughts.’
After Sungjin finished putting on a vigorous display of swordsmanship, Sir Masain spoke in admiration.
“Even though you neglected your training for some time, your skills have not dulled in the slightest. No, if anything, it feels as though the subtleties within your sword paths have grown even deeper.”
“Well, of course.”
Sungjin sheathed Nutcracker and smiled confidently.
“Sir Masain, you see, even when my body is resting, I’m the kind of person who is always thinking about training in my heart. When the goal I pursue is this firm, isn’t it only natural that my body and mind would be guided by my Intent and continue to develop?”
For a moment, an incredulous expression flashed across Masain’s face.
“I’ve warned you so many times not to indulge in such vague, airy nonsense, yet somehow you’ve gone and learned every bad habit from His Majesty the Holy Emperor. Yes, yes. Of…