Austria, August 25th 1803
9:01 AM
Lukas stood there, staring at his former colleague back in the Royal Academy. He did remember that he had asked Franz to put him on his team, however, he didn't expect him to approach him all of a sudden.
'I-It can't be that he's still mad at me, right?' Lukas wondered.
Looking up at Luther, he noticed that he was showing a very serious face. Besides, he seemed ready to attack at any moment.
Lukas immediately turned his whole body towards him, and stood in combat position.
Lukas sighed softly. 'Okay, if his battle pattern is still the same, he will start with a punch fro-'
Lukas's reasoning was interrupted by Luther suddenly tapping his back with a bit too much strength, which made him lose his breath for a few seconds.
Lukas took a deep breath, trying to pull himself together. 'D-Damn! He is even stronger than before... well, that's obvious, he grew up after all,' he thought.