For the rest of the day, Nero continued to spar with the Sergeant.
Finally, once the sun had been swallowed by the grey skies, he was allowed to put down his spear.
Breathing heavily, his body smothered in sweat and dirt, Nero felt pain from every inch of skin and flesh covering him.
Despite how exhausted he was,bthe pain made sure he remained awake.
He didn't even have the strength to curse.
Compared to him, the Sergeant had barely broken a sweat.
Seeing Nero's pummeled body, he spoke indifferently,
"Tomorrow, we meet in the early hours right after the mass."
Nero nodded and began rising to his feet.
Al he needed at the moment was a cold bath, and some rest.
Just as he turned around and was about to depart, Sergeant Vane spoke,
"Before you leave, I want to show you something."
Nero paused then turned around, his brows raised suspiciously.
Then he noticed that the harsh frown on the Sergeant's rather unfriendly face had mellowed quite a bit.
