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🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

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The training in overcoming limitations, using his technique, turned out to be very basic – Ushumgallu had to fight Sir Kir until he was completely exhausted. Even when the young man could no longer stand, the knight, who was superior in combat experience and physical strength, forced him to push himself and continue the fight; the young warrior could only rest when the instructor devoted time to other students.
Ushumgallu was trembling. He could no longer attack, dodge, or even stand – but he knew that if Kir called him for another fight, he would be able to take his talwar and fight again. And again. Until his heart stopped or his head was cut off.
The Calcitec smiled. He was in a great mood, his pulse was pounding in his ears, his muscles were burning, and he felt like something more than an ordinary person. Ushumgallu had even forgotten to think about the strangeness of this morning.
– Sir Kir! What awaits us in tomorrow's training?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers