Half a year has already passed.
Today as-well, without being seen by the maids, I carry out my daily training.
Though I say training, right now all I’m doing is lifting my arms and legs up; it’s closer to gymnastics.
Since I’m still in an infant’s body, putting too much strain on myself will only be detrimental to my development--and could even kill me.
Though this may look unrefined, it’s part of a diligently devised plan. The one who developed this training method was my Shishou.