As Luke staggered away from the grueling armored terrain training, his body screamed for rest with his stamina reaching dangerously low levels, however, since his next training was more related to the mind, Luke pushed himself onwards.
[ Battlefield Strategy And History Training ] was the next training on his routine, as Luke pushed himself to the library where his next teacher was supposed to be.
The library, a vast chamber of knowledge, was the domain of librarian Aelric, the academy's only scholar knight.
A veteran of countless battles, Sir Aelric's presence was as demanding as the tomes that surrounded him.
"Ah, a student so early? Might you be Skylion? The one principal sent a memo for?" Master Aelric questioned, his voice a blend of curiosity and sternness, as he peered over his spectacles.
" Yes, indeed, I'm Skylion," Luke replied.