how much is too much?

Though his fighting skills were coming along quite nicely, Levi hadn't spent much time in the training grounds. No matter what anyone said, the little pup refused to see the value in this sort of training and avoided it like a bad smell. After all, what would sparing against an inanimate object teach him? Why waste time learning postures and filling his head with aimless drills when he could fight for real and get grounded experience that actually served a purpose? He just didn't get it and was convinced that a lot of adults simply faffed about here to look busier than they really were, even if only to keep the Warlord off their tails.

With furrowed brows, Levi stared up at the equipment. He wasn't even going to bother, not today and not ever. He would learn and get strong his own way, follow his own path to become the best warrior the whole Armada had ever seen. Just wait and see.