The hand-to-hand combat class finally came to an end after nearly five relentless hours of endless drills. Despite the smiles and easygoing grins Instructor Jude constantly wore on his face, which made him appear like a jovial and simple person at first glance, that impression was often deceptively misleading because when it came to training and hand-to-hand class sessions, Asher suspected the man was nothing short of a demon, as he pushed everyone to the very edge, to their absolute limits, as though he sought to break them apart completely and then painstakingly rebuild them from within.
Asher groaned softly as he walked down the open space, and despite his ridiculous talent and naturally refined physique, he still felt sore all over his body as every muscle ached from the merciless drills he had endured, and this was not even the first time he had been through this exhausting routine.
