Sean lay sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily. His bare upper body was dripping with sweat, and his white hair, matted to his skin.
"It's not even thirty minutes," Richelle said, standing over his form, while she looked down on him, with a smirk.
"I..." Sean tried to speak in between breaths, "I can't... Too much."
"I certainly held back," Richelle said, her lips curling even further.
Sean however, didn't answer, too weak to respond.
Seeing his half dead reaction, Richelle chuckled, and turned towards the other side of the large training room, and Drew who was standing there, gulped.
"Alright, you're up. Let's see if you can last longer than him," she said.
Drew gritted his teeth and stepped forward, and in no time, they began sparring.
It was about a week now, since Sean was transmigrated into this world, and this had been a daily occurrence.
