The morning sun had just begun to stretch its golden rays over the training grounds when Bruce strolled in, expecting to enjoy the quiet before his own warm-up.
But the sharp, rhythmic thwack of a wooden sword hitting a training post greeted him instead.
He followed the sound and wasn't surprised to find Melissa already there, her hair damp with sweat and her breathing heavy. Her swings were focused but forceful—too forceful.
"You're up early. Or should I say, you haven't slept?"
Bruce said, approaching with a casual grin.
Melissa didn't stop swinging.
"This is my way of relieving stress."
Bruce crossed his arms and leaned against the nearby post, watching her carefully.
"You stressed about something?"
Melissa finally paused, her expression weary but composed.
"I'm worried about our young master."
Bruce let out a soft sigh.
"You and me both."
