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You're not a newbie anymore. You're a bit beyond that—better, and you make sure Ainkah knows, as she puts you into Advanced Training. It's one more Lentime than before, but that's just because it's more personalized, with far less students, and greater instruction needed.

The female Steelskin master puts you through rigorous combat training. Where your stance is corrected by way of words and rough smacks from a iron rod.

Punches. Kicks. You go through them all, repeating on dummies, but even in sparring with others.

All the while Ainkah watches you with her steel, geometric mask. Jagged triangles covering her face.

The female Steelskin trainer watches you with her glowing geometric mask, arms crossed.

“At least you’re consistent. Consistently bad.”

“You have the athletic discipline of a Steelskin glob.”

“Once more. Try not to fall, and embarrass yourself this time.”

Over and over, you're met with these harsh words. Over and over you train. Over and over, the fruits of your labour echo in strain and sweat.