“What I obtained after a hundred days of training, they did within a day. Though I’m probably overestimating myself… I could calculate my training as 100 times less effective than theirs, assuming I train at full power. So, 100 to one.”

With this, Lancelot continued his train of thought. He would never overcome Arthur and the others if he trained as much as they did. This would be akin to a tortoise stating that it could beat a cheetah- no, an eagle, in a race.

The only answer was time.

Obviously, Lancelot was slow. However, what if he trained 100 days for every day they trained? What would happen if he trained for ten years while they only experienced a month? One hundred years? A thousand years? And if that wasn’t enough….

“Even if it takes 10,000 years….”

Lancelot was an orphan. He didn’t know who his parents were. His earliest memories were from when he was in the orphanage. It was a moderately-sized building, and it had various nuns running it.

At the orphanage, he was one of the few who received praise. Lancelot was naturally honest and sincere, dutifully following any orders...