He considered, before suddenly reversing his course, pulling his sword and shield on first. "Actually, I was going to focus on improving myself. Might as well start getting proficient with this stick and board, and figure out how to boost myself while not getting stuck. Night, you come too. I want both of you to help."<br/><br/>He had to take a bath first, he had literally been dripping sweat toward the end of the training, and he didn't so much as sit in the chair for dinner but collapse into it. But it was a good ache, from the training, knowing one that signaled new limits being passed from ones that indicated injuries. That night, he went over the more esoteric books he had, looking up the things he had faced, and began trying to place what his effective character level by that, since his fighting style was so instinctive and bone deep he had no idea where to begin analyzing it. It was amusing to listen to a Lux Aeterna techno/dubstep remix during his research, jotting notes so he could compare what he figured out tonight with what the others actually knew.