Free Fight

The day, training began and I was dead nervous. Emphasis on the dead part. I mean, who wouldn’t be nervous? I was going to go up against a genius assassin!

What bothered me is the fact that he was already practicing his swings even though Terrence isn’t here yet.

“You know, you should follow his example and do some practice swings yourself.” Nate commented.

I nodded. “You know, I have thought about it.” I agreed.

“And?”

“That’s it. I just thought about it and I suddenly feel tired so I didn’t do it.” I looked at Nate and smiled proudly.

“I agree. I mean, Sir Terrence isn’t here yet so might as well take this time to relax. Worry about the consequences later.” Ren says and we both did a fist bump while snickering silently.

“What about the consequences?” Ren and I stiffened as we heard Sir Terrence approaching us. Ren dropped to the ground and did some push-ups while I swung my wooden sword up in the air and did a fake count.