While sitting under the shade of a dune, away from the sun's heat, he checked his magic stat to see how much energy he had spent on his magic-swordsman abilities.
His magic points had only dropped by about fifty, even after fighting twenty centipedes at once and attempting to create spikes five times.
What drained him the most wasn't the use of his magic stat; it was the learning process itself. The constant trial and error took a toll on his mental focus.
"Oh well, it was bound to happen. We can't learn anything without struggling first," he murmured, trying to calm his throbbing head. Beside him sat Jagu, his loyal jaguar companion.
Over time, Jagu had come to understand his master's need for practice to sharpen his skills.
So, he mostly observed from the sidelines, rarely needing to step in anymore. His master had grown into a skilled fighter.
Once the pain in his head subsided, he stood up and walked toward the corpses of the centipedes.
