Asher, unconcerned about Finch and William, who were still bickering back and forth like restless children while maintaining a calm expression and the composed etiquette expected of someone of noble upbringing. Without sparing them a second glance, he stepped forward with silent assurance, for it was now his turn to spar with the trainees.
The moment his foot touched the open space of the training field, a male trainee stepped confidently out of the line. He gripped a katana in his right hand, immediately shifting into a prepared stance, his posture steady and disciplined. Instructor Clinton did not bother reiterating the rules to Asher. He already knew them intimately, and Clinton understood there was no need to waste breath on obvious reminders.
"Do you want to spar like the others," Asher asked, his tone flat and calm, "or would you prefer to receive a lesson from me?"
