⭒𝐓︩︪ɘ𝕔ʜ𝗻ɔꪉᏓ𝗮ⅆᥱ᭄ 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑

The Blood god tried to keep himself in shape and hone his fighting skills, so that morning training became a common thing for him, even some kind of relaxation. All of his weapons were hanging on the walls of his training ground while Blade was hitting a hanging punching bag. You caught his attention by clearing your throat.

— Oh. How did you find me? The training ground is not that close to the hut.