My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

This was one of his mother\'s stress relievers after all—stroking the smooth fur of his Gentle Dog.

"Don\'t worry, mom. Everything\'s alright," Lucas smiled and replied with a certain tone.

Rosana nodded her head and did not ask any more questions. As a low-grade grimoire herself, she knew the struggle and difficulties of having one. The best thing she could do right now was to not add to Lucas\' stress and problems.

Just let him do his thing and let him explore on his own. Eventually, he will give up… Just like what they and the others did. And there was nothing wrong with that.

"Just stay safe, okay?"

That was all her wish for her son.

To be safe. Always.

Lucas nodded his head. He could feel his mother\'s concern over him.

He would stay safe—by preparing the best he could before a battle, of course.

…

After eating, Lucas returned to his room and inspected the Armadon Tonfa once more.

Grasping the handle, he gripped it firmly and began practicing with it using some basic martial arts movements. His movements, though, were of course suppressed and were minimal due to the small space his room had.

However, that was more than enough for Lucas to practice some basic moves to familiarize himself with the tonfa.

Using the same movements as one would while doing a punch, Lucas slowly familiarizes himself with the tonfa.

After an hour, Lucas felt that he had already grasped the basic striking movements of the tonfa. He also already has some preliminary ideas for the more complicated movements, but that could wait when he has a huge space to practice.

Laying on his bed, Lucas accessed his phone and went to the Starlight Academy website\'s forum to view some blogs. Seeing nothing that interested him, Lucas went to the school group chat and read the messages.

Upon reading, he realized that his classmates had once again set foot in the school-regulated dungeon to hunt for experience points. After they returned, they then posted their \'result\' in the chat, informing, or more precisely, bragging to everyone about their achievements.

Upon looking, Lucas realized that most of his classmates had already begun to enter the ranks of Iron Star like him. Those who did not manage to do so, on the other hand, remained silent and acted as if they were invisible.

As Lucas does not share his progress like everyone else, all of them thought that he was part of the group that became mute due to having no progress. In fact, none of them expected anything from him anyway.

Hector and his group also gained some experience points today. However, upon some calculation, Lucas realized that they had only hunted for two or three beasts at most before calling it a day.

Killing three beasts on the same day, however, was already an achievement on its own considering the preparations one must make before fighting for a beast.

In fact, Lucas expected more from a Gold Grade grimoire user, considering that he himself managed to hunt dozens of beasts in a single day.

Of course, this did not make him underestimate Hector\'s strength. After all, a Gold-grade beast has a lot of starting skills, with each of them boasting powers that his Gentle Dog\'s Gentle Gaze could not compare to.

Instead, he only thought that Hector was being lazy and was not really using his gifts to their limits.

Lucas sighed and allowed the \'young master\' to do as he pleases. He was in no position to criticize him anyway.

He glanced at the virtual screen that appeared in front of him with a thought and muttered, \'At least I won\'t do the same.\'

…

The next morning, Lucas woke up early as always.

"Two hundred!"

Lucas sat on the hard floor of his room as he swiped the sweat around his forehead.

After doing two hundred pushups, situps, and then squats, his breathing was ragged as he sat on the floor a little exhausted.

If it were before, doing a hundred and fifty a day would have already sent him sprawling to the ground exhausted. However, after receiving feedback from the grimoire for ranking up twice, his body had already grown much stronger compared to before.

The increase, however, was minimal considering that he only received feedback from his low-grade grimoire; however, it still managed to make him much stronger than he initially was, so Lucas was still elated.

He already finished his set of exercises and even increased the usual amount, but he was still able to sit properly and only felt a little exhausted at the end of it.

His exercise, of course, does not only consist of the three. He also did some light workouts as warmups before doing the three, and all of them were equally exhausting, to say the least.

However, with strict discipline, he always persevered and had been able to do all of them, even if it took him some time to finish.

In his previous life, Lucas was actually somewhat lazy and had always canceled all workout plans after two or three days. In this world, however, Lucas had always trained due to his ambition and the fact that he did not want to repeat his actions from his previous life.

After years of hard work, Lucas could confidently say that his decision to do so was right.

His body was pretty muscular, to say the least. Although he might not compare to his father\'s hulking figure, his build was still something that would put other students to shame.

It was just unfortunate that he had a sleeper build—the kind of physique that didn\'t reveal itself unless he was shirtless or flexing. His muscles stayed hidden beneath his clothes, giving little hint of the strength beneath.

After resting for a bit, Lucas wore an ordinary dark-blue tracksuit as well as his shoes.

Now that he was done with the home workouts, it was finally time to do some running.

"Ten miles should be enough... for now!"