Shit

William taught Altair a few things—tips he had learned from Jinra and some from Gorn. Altair was a good student. He listened carefully to what William had to say and tried his best to do as he was told. That was the best kind of person to teach. William liked it, and he was starting to believe that teaching the kingdom's army, like Tholfnir had asked him to, wouldn't be that hard.

Their training session lasted for hours. The fights between the two were so intense that the students outside heard the impacts of their blows, some even wondering what was going on.

"Are they fighting gigantic gorillas or something?" one student wondered aloud.

"Nah, I think that's just William. He's a prodig—"

"Shut up! Stop praising him; he won't take you as his disciple or befriend you."

William and Altair left and went to their dorm rooms. They lived in the same area, after all.

"See you tomorrow, William," Altair said as he waved. "Great training today."