He started to jog slowly down the street, there wasn't a lot of people because Sage was early. Well he wanted it that way because later he wanted to train his spells. His magic was quite rusty and so he decided to sharpen his spell casting abilities. As a holy knight it was his duty to protect others and he must get stronger. Living in a world of magic he must harness that knowledge into use as it was one of the most powerful thing that one could attain. He then jogged up a hill, increasing his speed a little so that he could beat the force of gravity that was pulling him down. He needed to put his body into shape, his magic, especially his magic, requires a strong physique to begin with so that light could be attracted to him and therefore when light is concentrated between his cells he would be provided with more energy. Plus he love to get in shape, not using magic when facing off enemies or fighting in a duel is an achievement that couldn't be explained by words. He just love it when he accomplish things by his own. But he was beginning to accept that magic is a part of him. More the reason he wanted to train his spells that day. He jogged past a few people and with instinct he smiled and waved at them, while his breath was still puffing due to him exercising.
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WC: 502