Disciple [1]

"Haaa! Haaa!"

Gasping for breath, I collapsed onto the ground, defeated and exhausted. 

My gaze fixated on the ceiling of the training hall as my mind constantly replayed the intense spar I had just experienced.

My nose throbbed, and blood trickled down. Maybe it was broken.

Yet, despite the physical discomfort, my mind remained preoccupied elsewhere, lost in its own thoughts and reflections.

This won't cut it. I am nowhere near strong enough. At this rate, I will not survive the second arc of the main story.

The problem isn't that I didn't have stronger weapon arts or more cheat relics. 

No, it's just that my battle prowess is simply laughable. I know how to use some weapon arts, but I don't know how to fight without them.

I create too many unnecessary movements, make some very bad decisions and stuff like that.