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Instead of a clinic in the eastern part of the Sanctuary, they positioned it with the library in the south. Both the clinic and the practice units were for body and health enhancents.

But the practice units generally focus on using magic to do so. The clinic used both dical skills and a pinch of magic.

Thus, the sanctuary's clinic was in the Sourthern part. And directed by Physicians - folks in the sa line of expertise as the deceased Lady Nadia. A heroine for history to tell.

This clinic wasn't a single room or a few stretches of land. It occupied a few miles in the sanctuary, camped by two tres high brick fences. The treatnt rooms were cabins with three sturdy steps at the entrances of each.

The builders fenced off each cabin from the others with sturdy wooden barriers. They painted their walls blue and white. They arranged them in a dispersed settlent style. The oily scent of ointnts and the crude scent of herbs filled the air around.

To get into the clinic as a Physician wasn't sothing attained within months or days. But, years.

The Physicians, like amateurs, have their reasons for enrolling in the Magic Sanctuary. They may be the sa or different.

Nero, Ronan and Silas had arrived at the entrance of Block 80. Two cute-looking ladies wearing pure white dresses had welcod them.

Both had attractive yellow eyes and smiley faces, one wearing her hair in a bun and the other having it in braids.

The mind could still recall the warmth in their voices when they welcod the guys. "Welco to Block 80, dear handso misters."

The best choice Ronan realised they had made was not to have co here with Kairos. Otherwise...

The interior had a single wide room. And had four different beds for patients.

The ladies had led them to the backyard. And there was the surprise...

They all froze in one position. Their eyes were wide and their mouths agape.

Clashing sounds echoed, the air growing thicker and thicker.

"Ei... is that even an injured man!?" Ronan exclaid.

Nero mumbled, "Pinch , Ronan. I have got to confirm if I am not back in an illusion. "

In the open space of Block 80's backyard, they saw Zy. He was doing sothing that a hospitalised person shouldn't be doing.

The sound of 'tals' clashing against each other scread through the air. At that particular mont, the Spark Bug jumped off the ground and lunged at Zy.

Zy imdiately bent his body over, its tallic sharp leg slicing the air across his bent form.

Then he threw himself over the cobblestone ground. A grass tickled him in his ear as he did so, but he didn't mind it. He got back up.

He creased his brows as sweat tickled down his chin. So made their way inside, tracing the bridge between his chest.

'Stay on the defence now. That should end today's training,' he told Spark through telepathy. He raised his sword to eye level, holding it in a horizontal manner while preparing for his next move.

'As you wish, master. Or do you mind if I test your own defences afterwards?' Spark suggested.

Zy nodded his head. 'Do it then.'

Without further warning, Zy dashed to Spark. He slashed his sword towards its torso. But it hit the sword back with its leg. Not holding back, Zy lunged again, now with his fist.

'Defend.'

Spark didn't neutralise the attack with its usual weapon. Instead, it shifted its weight, Zy's fist passing it away by inches.

Nero mouthed, "Wow! Nice one."

Then Zy fuelled his attack. He closed in on Spark and attacked with his sword in quick succession. At one mont, Spark jumped over his sword.

He closed in more, but before he could make his move, Spark lunged at him instead. His instincts kicking in, he threw himself left across the ground.

Not rising entirely, he jumped, swinging his sword mid-air...

Ronan grinned, impressed. "Who knew this guy was this strong? This is unbelie-"

One of the ladies, the one having her hair in a bun, scoffed. "Tch... what else do you expect from soone approved as a top candidate by the Magi Lords? I will like to roll my eyes if you assu soone like you is on par with him..."

A vein bulged at Ronan's temple. He clenched his fist. His brows creased.

Nero tried his best, waving at him with a smiley face, trying to calm him down.

"Look here, bitch. I won't be surprised if you and that guy are identical clones of one another. You both have got that annoying foul mouth..."

The lady glared at him. She clasped her waist with seriousness, lashing back.

"... It's even ironic to consider you an amateur of this sanctuary! Aspiring to be a warrior!?

Tch... Maybe you should start with knitting before trying to fight anyone! You're more likely to be the village idiot than the village hero!"

A hot warmth ran through Nero's spine. 'He'll go loose now...'

"Co here if you dare to!" Ronan yelled.

In ti, Nero held him from jumping over to the lady by wrapping his arm around his stomach. Likewise, the other lady did the sa thing to the second party.

Yet, it was as though Silas wasn't there at that mont. He watched the two parrying strikes ahead, balancing attack and defence.

His arms crossed, he smiled. The sharp refraction of the sun's rays on the carbon-tal sword flashed before his eyes.

'So people are so cut out for specific positions. He's already training his beast.

Not only would this develop its combat skills. Or only its individual strength, either. But his own, too. Both of them are getting stronger... He has my respect!'

Zy moved between Spark's attacks. And delivered his too.

A few seconds ago, he felt a light tightening in his chest. It beca more noticeable with every passing second. And now...

He ca to a sudden stop, panting with exertion. '...It seems I can't go anymore.'

He understood, though. Among the costs to pay for being a beast tar was sharing ones energy with the ta. aning with the little energy he has, he couldn't use his ta for too long.

Or else, he would wear out in battles, putting himself at a disadvantage. This balances the periodic use of the ta as well as the number of tas soone at his stage could have.

The only counterasure was... to get stronger!

Wush...

A deep masculine voice called out without warning.

"Excuse . Who is Zy Ashbane here?"

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