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Kalenel was ready to collapse as he stumbled back into the training facility, the brisk jog draining him of any remaining energy. He slept there, all through the night, upon one of the training mats with his cloak placed under his head.
Waking up during the day, Kalenel wished not to venture outside. Getting help from Markener to find something to eat around the building, Kalenel ate slowly and drunk plenty of water. Finishing, he stretched his arms and legs thoroughly before beginning his strength exercises. His body was still worn from the day before, but Kalenel got into a groove soon enough with the movements. His teeth gritted as he pushed himself farther and farther, wanting to be in the best shape possible for whatever trials laid in front of him.
Picking himself back up from the floor, Kalenel drew his swords from their sheaths and went into the ready stance taught to him by his mentor Faust. He slashed left and right with his blades, each strike weakening the defences of a imaginary opponent. Periodically the young warrior let fly a swift elbow or fist, and sometimes a signature kick of his seeking to peirce through the defences of his opponent. He was focusing himself to combine his Zin'nka training along with his combat training to blend together in his own effective form. He had much work to do, but he was wanting and willing to do whatever it took to one day be able to command respect with his blades as Faust did.
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