A moment of silence fell in the training room.
Then, Grant stepped forward, a massive grin on his face.
"Come on, Logan," he said, nudging his head to the training grounds. "You've been gone for so long, let me see if you've gotten better."
Logan glanced up, surprised. "I only just got off my shuttle…"
"Another reason to spar then," Grant said, already walking to the training grounds. "Loosening the muscles after such a long flight is a necessity."
Letting out a soft sigh, Logan smiled and stepped forward. "Alright then. Just be careful."
The others took a few steps back, folding their arms or leaning against nearby walls to watch the spectacle that was about to happen.
As he stepped into a decent-sized arena, a dense mana barrier powered up behind him, protecting the others from getting hurt from stray spells.
Grant stopped at the other end of the arena, his greatsword on his shoulder and a massive grin on his face.
