Practice, practice, practice

Coughing out blood, Shane looked at Frer as if she had betrayed him. He replied sulkily,

"That last punch was definitely not restricted!!" 

He tried to get back on his feet and was only glad that nothing seemed to be broken in his body.

If he cracked a rib or fractured a bone right now, it would require at least a few days to heal, even with the Shirai academy's medic team and their huge, high-technology infirmary.

Thankfully, his limbs were intact for now which caused him to sigh in relief. As he tried to suppress the pain he saw Frer look at him with guilt in her eyes. With a worried face, she apologized to him profusely.

This made him uncomfortable as he just said,

"Can you please calm down? It's not like you wanted to kill me. Furthermore, sustaining injuries is not uncommon during a spar, right?"

His words calmed her a bit though she still felt bad that she wasn't able to hold back completely as Shane's feint had almost worked out.