The servants had to sit through four whole hours from afternoon to evening while Davian and I sparred. It wasn't that he was particularly strong, but I wasn't letting him lose either. Whenever it seemed like he was about to falter, I'd shift my footing and leave an opening—just enough to keep him going.
Still, he was too stubborn to admit defeat. I was a little sweaty, sure, but not even remotely tired. Davian, on the other hand, was beginning to grow breathless, his shoulders heaving more with each passing exchange.
I would've kept going, if not for Sylvia's presence brushing against my senses as she entered the training grounds. I had completely forgotten that Kai had to leave for Eldarf to attend the celebration.
"Is he that strong of an opponent?" she asked from behind.
"Nah, Master's just playing around," someone replied—likely one of the servants.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Sylvia approaching. Kai, however, was too engrossed in our match to notice her.
