Specter thought to himself as they continued up the mountain without a momentâs rest.
âThis mountain is really jagged...â
It was different from any other mountain on Earth; it resembled the mountains in China more than the ones in Korea. Rather than having a sloping trail, it felt more like traversing broken cliffs.
âItâs good for stamina training...â
A smile appeared on his face. As an instructor, the more his students suffered, the more he enjoyed it. Specter glanced behind himself to check that the Watchguards were following along. They were, for now.
âWell, theyâre all PlayersâŠâ
If he was being honest, he thought that the non-combatants and mages would have exhausted their energy by now.
âI admit it. I underestimated them.â
After all, they were Players on the 2nd floor. They had already passed the first test.
âGood.â
He was pleased.
This was his first time teaching so many people at once. His only experience consisted of teaching Gilberto.
âI can go harder on these guys than I did on him, right?â
While Gilberto had been alone back then, the Watchguards had fellow comrades who would support each other along the way.
âEveryone seems fine so far, so I should be able to.â
Based on the way they were breathing, he estimated that the mages and the non-combatants would be able to run for about six more hours.
âWatch your footing so you donât get hurt. Follow me.â
âYes, sir!â the Watchguards shouted in unison. Their voices were full of trust and respect for Specterâfor now.
***
âHuh?â
Arthur was the first one to notice that something was off as he was following right behind Specter. He checked his Vita. It was currently 10:02 AM, past the time that Specter had promised.
âShould I tell him?â
He considered this for a second and shook his head.
âNo. I could be seen as being impudent, so letâs leave it alone for now.â
He didnât want to seem like a slacker from his very first day. Besides, only two minutes had passed over the promised time. His friends were still full of energy, and he didnât want to interrupt their momentum.
But when the hour hand struck 11 AM, the Watchguards started to exchange looks.
âWait, didnât he say that weâd only run until 10 AM?â
âDid he forget to set an alarm? Itâs 11:08 alreadyâŠâ
âMaybe he just wants to reach that summit. It would be weird to stop halfway up.â
âYeah. We just need to run until around 12 PM.â
âJust a little longer...â
The Watchguards summoned a little more energy and reached their goal, climbing over the summit.
âFuwah!â
âThe airâs so crisp.â
âIsnât the air a little thin up here?â
â...Either way, it feels nice to break a sweat. Itâs been a while since I worked out.â
âYa~hoo!â
The Watchguards chattered amongst themselves as they laughed like they were on a field trip. Specter looked pleased as he watched them enjoy themselves.
âTheyâre still laughing? Good. That means we can keep going thenâŠâ
Laughing required energy. When you were really exhausted, to the point that the sky looked fuzzy, you wouldnât even have the energy to lift the corners of your lips.
He wanted to push them to that point.
âEveryone should brush against their limits at some points.â
In a real battle, knowing the precise limits of your stamina could determine whether you would live or die.
âAlright, if youâre all rested up, letâs keep going.â He called out.
âYes, sir!â
At Specterâs order, the Watchguards got ready to go down.
âOh, itâs not that way. Itâs over here,â Specter said, pointing.
âHuh? But we have to go this way to get to Ajit.â
âThereâs still plenty of time left until we go there,â he said, looking up at the sky. âAround ten hours?â
â...Ten hours?â
âI told you when we left, didnât I? Weâre just gonna run until 10.â
The Watchguards went pale as they realized what he meant.
âShit, he didnât mean that we were running until 10 AMâŠâ
âIt was 10 PM?!â
âI canât even run for thirteen hours normally, but weâre gonna be hiking the Wailing Mountains for that longâŠ?â
âOh my god!â
They had only run for two hours so far. They still had eleven hours left and werenât even halfway through, but some of them had already started to feel that they were approaching their limits. Even if they were Players, hiking up the Wailing Mountains for two hours wasnât easy.
Specter said once again, âI already said this beforehand, but if youâre too tired or if you want to give up, just tell me.â
A few non-combatants raised their hands. âExcuse me, what happens if we give up?â
âIs there⊠Is there some kind of punishment?â
âNo. I never punish or abuse my students.â Their faces brightened, and some of the Watchguards moved to raise their hands again, but Specterâs cold voice interrupted them. âI just give up on them. It means that their desire to get stronger is only that much. Those who give up shouldnât participate in my training in the future.â
â...â
In other words, the moment you stopped was the moment you gave up Specter as a teacher. His words cleverly poked at the Playersâ pride.
âYou think Iâm weak-willed?â
âYeah, giving up after running only for two hours is a little⊠Even I think itâs too much.â
âSpecter is testing us.â
âHe only trains people who truly have the desire to become strong. Heâs gonna pick them out and train them for real.â
They misunderstood. But in this case, their misunderstanding became a powerful source of motivation. The Watchguards tied their shoelaces, their eyes alight.
âIs anyone gonna give up?â Specter asked.
âNo!â they shouted with confidence.
***
Four hours passed. They had been hiking for six hours now. Even Arthur, the best out of the Watchguards, was starting to pant.
âIf Iâm this tired, then the othersâŠâ
The mages and non-combatants were still moving only out of pure inertia, not because they willed it. Their lungs burned as they ran whilst staring at the ground. They didnât even have the strength to look up.
â...â
â...â
You couldnât even hear them breathing. They were barely able to breathe in any air, and all they did was repeatedly exhale. They said that when humans exhausted themselves until death, all they were able to do was breathe quietly.
âLetâs seeâŠâ
Specter finally looked back and scanned each Wachguard with sharp eyes, checking every detail down to their breathing and the tension of their muscles.
âIs this it for the supporters and mages? Itâs just as I expectedâŠâ
It wouldnât be fair to expect rearguard mages and those with non-combat roles to have the same level of stamina as frontline fighters. Even among the 5 Heroes, Skaya had the least stamina.
âI should split the group into two now.â
He stopped in a clearing. âHalt.â
Once their legs stopped after moving solely thanks to inertia, all the Watchguards could think about was sitting down.
âKeep it togetherâŠâ
âI came this far, I canât collapse nowâŠâ
The supporters and mages gnashed their teeth as they tried to endure, but willpower alone wasnât enough to keep their bodies upright. They fell to the ground, one by one. Their bodies felt very comfortable as if they were in heaven. And once they sat, they wanted to lay down, and once they laid down, they would want to sleep.
âN-noâŠâ
âI have to get up...â
But even as they pounded on their legs with their fists, they showed no sign of moving. It was the first time their bodies refused to listen to them, and they started to panic as Specter approached them.
âAre you so exhausted you want to collapse?â he asked.
âN-no!â
âWe can get up. I-if you just give us a momentâŠâ
No matter how much they strained, the Watchguards couldnât move their legs. They even started to wonder if they would be able to move their legs ever again.
âNo. Youâve reached your limits.â Specter declared as he scanned them. There were twenty-four non-combatants and mages.
âThen⊠Did we fail?â
âWill you not teach us anymore?â
They were angry. It was so unfair. Specter could see their feelings in their faces. They had a burning desire to keep going, but their bodies wouldnât listen.
âHow cute.â
Of course, Specter knew about this. After all, he had already estimated their limits to about six hours of continuous running. âCongratulations. Youâve all reached your limit and surpassed it.â
â...?â
They had already reached their limits thirty minutes beforehand. After that, they had been running on willpower alone.
âTo be honest, I thought a few of them would give up...â
But this was surprising. They all followed through; not a single one had dropped out.
âRest. Tomorrow, we will be busy again,â he said kindly. He asked River to open the Moving House, and personally helped move each Watchguard inside. Now, there were ten people left in the Wailing Mountains.
âThe non-combatants went on for six hours, so fighters should be able to go for at least twice that long, no?â
â...Yes, sir.â Their voices were low. Twice as long meant they had to run for at least six more hours. It was a ridiculous expectation. Even if the non-combatants and the mages didnât have as much stamina, the frontline fightersâ stamina wasnât so high that it was double the non-combatants and magesâ stamina.
âItâll probably be too much for themâŠâ
Specter thought. But they had to do it. In his short 26 years of life, the world hadnât always been kind.
âWhether they like it or not, there will come a time when they have to move.â
In order to prepare for that, they had to oil their gears ahead of time. There was a saying that stated that regret is the fastest motivator, but Players knew that this was nonsense.
âLetâs go.â
With Specter at the lead, nine Watchguards started to follow him with glum faces.
***
After ten hours, Specter stopped in the middle of the dark hill. Arthurâs head lolled like a zombieâs and bumped against his back. He had been staring at the ground, so he didnât even realize that they had come to a stop. He fell to the ground with a crash, feeling the same bliss that the non-combatants had experienced earlier.
âDoes it feel nice?â Specter asked the collapsed Watchguards, sitting on a nearby rock.
âYes⊠It does. Itâs impossibly niceâŠâ
âThatâs the feeling of surpassing your limits.â Today, each Watchguard had reached the limits of their stamina and surpassed it. It was a tough exercise to digest from the very first day.
âSorry. But we donât have much time...â
Training the Watchguards was important, but Specter himself also needed time to train. He had already decided before all this began that he would only spend two weeks on them.
âSince we came all the way here todayâŠâ He pointed, and their eyes followed his hand. âNext time, we should be able to get to the peak of that mountain over there.â
â...â
The Watchguards realized something. They already knew it, but it hit them once more.
âYour skill will stack like stairs. Youâre not gonna reach the top of the mountain in one day or one session.â
They tried to catch their breath as they listened. Their bodies were heavy, but they also somehow felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.
âWhether you have natural talent, good skills, good skill books, or good equipment⊠Itâs still the same. Even though it might help you get stronger even faster, no one is born that way.â Players heard this all the time, but the Watchguards had never understood it as much as they did today. âTime is on the side of those who work hard.â
With that, todayâs lesson ended. If the Watchguards learned anything from todayâs march, they would start to grow even faster.
âThereâs no point in just breaking a sweat or quitting once it gets a little tiring...â
Even though Specterâs case was special, he hunted and trained until he wanted to die. He hadnât gone that far after his return, but he never slacked on his training. He had tried his hardest when training with Booster, and when he had fought the knights at the Winter Castle. Even now, he was still trying to maintain Overclocking for 24 hours straight.
âWe should stop by a nearby city tonight.â
Tomorrow, everyone would be bedridden from muscle soreness. They probably wouldnât even be able to stand. Of course, that meant they wouldnât be able to train either.
âWe canât have that...â
He needed to buy potions so that the Watchguards wouldnât be incapacitated when the next day arrived. After such a hard training session, he had to take care of his students.