As the youths started slumping on the grass, trying to recover their breaths, Renlo approached Malakai and instantly bowed.
"Thank you for your teachings today, Ninth Vein!"
Malakai frowned. "I'm not your teacher, and you're not my student."
Renlo stood upright and scratched his head awkwardly. "But if not because of the Ninth Vein, I would've never improved this well! Please accept my thanks! I'll bring you bread tomorrow, don't worry!"
Malakai sighed.
After the incident with the Sixth Vein, Aurelia, where he had put Renlo in danger, he had decided to take it easy on the boy during their spars.
Instead of overwhelming him, he matched his pace as they fought. And with time, Malakai had been pleasantly surprised.
'He's not a bad fighter.'
Renlo's footwork was solid, his posture and technique okay.
'He also has good instincts.'
Malakai had no idea if it was because of his usual fear, but Renlo had a knack for sensing when something bad was about to happen.
