That wasn’t the case for Ikazuchi. Whether it was habit or dedication, he found himself on the outskirts of town training before the sun rose almost daily. His father started training him at an early age, so he couldn’t remember a time when he skipped out on training. As for the time, he trained earlier in the morning after his father’s passing in order to worry his mother less. It was due to his parents that Ikazuchi would mindlessly find himself training in a similar manner to today.
‘Similar’, that was the only way to describe his training in the past compared to now. He was out just as early, and he was definitely applying himself before his mother passed away. But unlike now, he had plateaued for an extended period during that time. It was only after he found himself outside of his comfort zone that he began to experience the kind of growth that would be expected of someone who had trained for most of his life.
His experiences after becoming a proper Adventurer and Mercenary were nothing like those of the quiet neighborhood of Magnolia that he grew up in. Ikazuchi stained his hands with blood many times since his journey started, and had fought for survival in the Worth Woodsea alone along the way. His strength had increased drastically along the way, and developed a passion that he had lacked when he was younger.
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