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... eek, they missed the boring training.

Isaac trained the physical endurance of the new recruits. They were obliged to spar with each other all day long. Once every thirty minutes, they changed partners to spar again. If normal physical combat wouldn't be a problem for hunters, they were required to spar with all their skills. In other words, they continued to drain their mana non-stop.

If their mana ran out, they were allowed to rest for twenty minutes. After that, they should ret ...

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