Once again, Ray's body fell to the hard wood floor with a loud bang.

- Finished for today. Arvus sheathed his daggers and, without ceremony, turned his back on the apprentice. “If you can fight tomorrow, we will continue.

Jumping to his feet, Ray protested:

- I can still...

But there was no one to listen to him anymore - the Faroese left the hall and only involuntarily stepping forward, the guy understood the reason for this, which he did not even notice in the heat of training.

"Leg numb... Sprain?"

Sitting back on the floor, he examined the injured limb, but finding no externally visible causes of numbness, he simply turned away.

After thinking a little more, he broke the eight souls he had accumulated one by one. By slightly relieving their energy of internal injuries, which turned out to be quite a few, even in addition to problems with the leg. Six broken ribs, slight liver damage, and a little bit of internal bleeding from that. Fortunately, these souls were enough to completely remove the blood from the abdominal cavity and restore the organ, but the ribs remained in the same deplorable state, Ray was only able to fasten them together a little, but any light blow would break them again.

It would seem that he should rush to the hospital, but no. Now he was completely absorbed in thinking, for which there was not enough time during training.

“I started to forget that this is a game and that there could be something like that here. But Arvus considers it a normal move, not a game skill or ability. He also said that everyone can use this, not just players.

“How curious... So the inhabitants of this world will be on an equal footing with the players, and given that the lion's share of new arrivals will be unprepared, then one Arvus can kill several dozen people with his eyes closed, who first took up arms.”

“Though it doesn't matter. The main thing is that I now know exactly how to get skills. True, even after training for days, I still have not raised the level of specialization. Either the developers went overboard with realism, or I'm doing something wrong.

“Most likely the second… This fight seemed to me more useful than the last five days.”

Rey wasn't exaggerating at all, watching Arvus' movements from the side was much less productive than doing it standing face to face with him.

The guy realized that Thea was not mistaken when she called her brother one of the best warriors of the forest people. Ray was sure that he was not even close to giving all his best, but for the whole fight, he managed to hurt the teacher only once, and even that - by accident.

Arvus was indeed strong, incredibly strong. The movements, the reaction, and even the overwhelming look, more resembled not a warrior, but some kind of war machine. But Ray was not going to give up, watching him, he understood a lot and did not regret for a second that the cost was serious injuries. After all, a battle as close as possible to the real one gives the most valuable experience.

Right now, Rey was replaying the entire duel in his head from beginning to end, noting his mistakes, and once again admiring one of the strongest junglers.

He glanced again at his leg, where the numbness was slowly fading. At that moment, a strange thought came into his head, which seemed to the guy unnecessary, but rather curious.

"So the forest bodies are also made according to the ideals of the real world."

Previously, the guy did not pay much attention to this, but there was absolutely no hair on the leg, as well as on the rest of the body. After thinking for a while, he realized that when he was in human form, the hair was also only on his head.

"Curious".

Without knowing why, Rey began to delve into his memories and realized that this also applies to the rest of the forest he met.

"How attentive of the developers, even the inhabitants of this world are tailored to the ideal ... Although not all of them are beautiful."

Realizing that he had given in to carelessness, Rei tensed. He did not dare to forget about the purpose of his arrival here for a second. And even if he wanted to forget, it would hardly have happened.

Rising, he limped on his left leg and left the building. The guy had classes not only with this teacher.