It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 170
Just before opening the training room door, Dantère stopped us. He pushed us back a step, cracked the door, then shouted loudly inside:
“Sasha and Vivian are here!”
What on earth…
Bewildered, Vivian and I glanced at each other.
‘Do you know why he’s doing this?’
‘No. But he’s always been a bit of a lunatic.’
That was the gist of our exchanged looks.
But…
It turned out Dantère had a reason.
“Sasha?”
The one who flung the door wide from inside was none other than Lionel. Halid stood behind him.
Both were drenched in sweat, training swords still in hand, it seemed they had been sparring until just now. If we’d walked in carelessly, it might have been dangerous.
“Did you come to see me?”
“Ah… not exactly… we were hoping to use the training hall.”
“I see.”
Lionel took out a handkerchief, roughly wiped his hands, then extended one to me.
“I’ll show you around.”
There couldn’t be much to show, I thought, but still, I took his hand and stepped inside with him.
The training hall took up an entire floor of the mansion and was vast. Like the old Solen training grounds, one wall was lined with an array of weapons, and there were several striking dummies.
Weights and equipment for building strength filled another section. Other than that, there were vests, belts, wrist and ankle guards.
I doubted Vivian or I could even lift a single one of them.
“What’s the lightest?”
At my curious question, Lionel thought for a moment, then brought over the smallest wrist-guard type weight.
“This should be the lightest of them.”
He tested it in his hand, tossing it lightly up and down, making it seem effortless. So I accepted it with confidence…
“Urgh….”
Had I not used both hands, I might have dislocated an arm….
“Vivian, can you lift this?”
“I’ll try.”
Watching me strain, Vivian took the wrist weight from my hands with a tense expression, struggling to raise it.
…And failed.
“Why won’t this… lift….”
“You should probably start under one kilogram.”
So said Ardin, who had been observing.
“Both of you seem to have muscle mass at the lowest level.”
“Lowest is a bit….”
“Just the female average, I suppose.”
I did have the stamina built up from chores at the convent. Still, compared to Vivian, I was better off.
Lionel set the weight aside and rubbed at my arm, trembling from the brief effort.
“Tell me your goal. How far do you wish to train?”
“I want to improve my stamina enough that I won’t fall behind and become a burden in a crisis.”
For me to run at full speed would mean we were facing true despair. In such a moment, I refused to be the dead weight left gasping in the rear.
Even if I couldn’t fight like the others, at least I wanted enough strength not to drag them down.
And perhaps, once I built it up, I would no longer collapse into sleep, leaving Lionel still burning with desire.
“I see.”
With infinite gentleness in his eyes, Lionel smiled at me.
“I’ll consult with Halid and put together a regimen suited perfectly for you and Vivian.”
Halid nodded beside him.
“A good idea. If we reference the academy’s basic training courses, it will help.”
Dantère pulled a face, muttering, “Ugh.” Ardin’s lips curved faintly downward as well.
“First, we’ll need to assess your current level. How about a light run…twenty laps?”
Uh… twenty laps? Is it … actually possible… do that?
