After an hour or two, Zel released the technique and sheathed his sword. Even for him who'd been practicing it all his life, it wasn't easy to maintain that technique for very long. Zel wiped away some sweat that had gathered on his forehead and began making his way back to the village.<br/><br/>Zel soon found himself at the door to Larea's room. He rapped on the door and waited a second before saying, "Larea? It's Zel. May I come in?"