Rory stood at the edge of the small town, well, more like she went a few miles away from it, and began training like usual. She stood within the unbearable heat, swinging her sword without slowing down. It was the same thing as usual.
"...I guess it's David again," Rory thought as she stopped swinging her sword, the world fading around her as she closed her eyes, turning into a white void with absolutely no noise or distractions. It was a mental world that she had created specifically for training her skills.
And within that mental space, she formed a completely perfect copy of David within her mind. It took an unfathomable amount of training, but Rory was now capable of using her Mystic Eyes for far more accurate information on her opponents, instead of flooding her mind with infinite information, killing her in the process. She created a mental copy of David with the exact same power, speed, abilities, and tactics as he had if she were actually fighting.
She then proceeded to produce trillions of copies within her mind.
"Alright, here I go." Rory had fought against everybody she'd seen so far countless times. While without using her Mystic Eyes at full capacity, there were certain holes in the information she got and she couldn't use her analysis forever, but it helped immensely. She'd fought David within her mind millions of times already, but with his newfound strength, she had found an even better opponent to polish her skills against.
And with that, she fought against the mental clones. She dodged, got hit, and got torn to shreds from the air pressure they were creating. All of this was happening in her mind, even though on the outside, it seemed as if she was simply swinging her sword.
She put herself up against a wall multiple times with this sort of training, pushing her mind to the absolute limit, it took all of her willpower not to simply go insane just from this. But she powered through, her eyes turning bloodshot...
"How many years has it been again...? 200...? 400...? No No, time doesn't exist in this space... I've just got to keep fighting." Rory thought, unable to keep track of time within her mental space. "I've just got to keep fighting... I'm almost done here." She continued to fight against the countless clones of David, and eventually... She cut through the last of the mental clones, his head flying into the air. Perhaps not in physical strength, but in skill, she had reached a point where she could take him on. But for now, she'd need to rest. Not unless she wanted to go insane.
She sat down on the heated sand, letting out a sigh. "I wonder what Kiara would tell me if she was here..." Rory said, "I wonder if she'd tell me to rest... Or if she'd join me in my training... Heh, we always loved to fight each other. It was how we communicated our love... through fighting..."
"****..." Rory could feel the tears streaming down her face evaporate as soon as they trailed down her cheeks, "God ******* damnit... Kiara... Putain, où es-tu... ?" Rory mumbled under her breath, resuming her training begrudgingly.