Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Chapter 508 508: Old Bones

As Caleb walked into the testing area of the Adventurers' Guild, he couldn't help but feel as if he had stepped into another world, one that resonated with the echoes of countless battles fought and won. The large hall was meticulously organized, the air thick with the unmistakable scent of blood and sweat that spoke of relentless training and fierce determination.

The interior reminded him faintly of descriptions he had read of ancient Greek colosseums, though he had never seen one in person. The main arena sat at the center, a vast circular pit lined with sand and surrounded by rising tiers of seats, where spectators could watch the trials and sparring sessions. Along one side of the room, racks of weapons ranging from swords and spears to more exotic armaments were meticulously arranged, each piece gleaming under the bright overhead lights. Adjacent to this, a series of padded areas and practice dummies provided space for warm-ups and technique refinement.

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A young guild staff member, a woman with sharp eyes and a confident stride, approached Caleb. She seemed to sense his interest in the layout and began to explain each section with enthusiasm.

"This here is the main arena," she gestured towards the large central pit, "where the physical tests and sparring matches take place. Aspiring adventurers must prove their mettle here in combat, both armed and unarmed, to qualify for missions and higher ranks within the guild."

She led him next to the weapons racks. "These are our training weapons. New members can familiarize themselves with a variety of armaments here, from standard swords and shields to more specialized gear like crossbows and battle axes. Safety is a priority, so all weapons used here are blunted and designed purely for practice."

Moving on, they reached the practice area, which was bustling with activity. Adventurers of all ages were engaged in various exercises, from striking dummies to performing intricate combat drills under the watchful eyes of seasoned instructors.

Caleb merely nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. "Just keeping the old bones moving," he quipped, his eyes twinkling with a hint of unrevealed secrets. The staff member laughed, marking the final scores on her clipboard, intrigued by the old man who was clearly more than he seemed.

Caleb moved to the agility section of the test with an unassuming shuffle, his demeanor calm and collected. The first activity involved an obstacle course designed to challenge his speed, coordination, and ability to maneuver through complex arrangements. It featured hurdles, tight ropes, and swing bars, each set to test reflexes and balance.

As Caleb approached the starting line, the female staff member reset the timer, her eyes betraying a flicker of curiosity about how the seemingly frail old man would perform. With a nod from Caleb, she clicked the timer, and he burst forward with unexpected swiftness. He hurdled over the first set of obstacles with a nimbleness that belied his age, his feet barely touching the ground. Each leap and land were executed with precision, causing the staff member to let out a small gasp of astonishment, her clipboard momentarily forgotten.

The second activity was a series of lateral movement tests, involving a grid of lights on the floor that lit up randomly. Participants were required to touch each light with their foot as quickly as possible before it dimmed. Caleb's movements were a blur, each step timed perfectly with the light's brief glow. The staff member watched, amazed, occasionally exclaiming, "Incredible!" as he completed the grid without a single miss.

The final test was a sprint along a zigzagging path filled with sudden turns and sprints. Caleb's response times were impeccable, his body swerving with the path with fluid, controlled motions. He crossed the finish line with a steady pace, not even out of breath.

The staff member, now visibly excited, approached Caleb, her professional composure giving way to admiration. "Sir, your agility is extraordinary! How do you do it?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of respect and disbelief.

Caleb just smiled, shrugging modestly. "Practice, and a bit of patience," he replied, his eyes twinkling

'What extraordinary? My max speed had long surpassed hundreds of times of that speed of sound.' Caleb thought secretly.