Time flew by and Tingen bade farewell to the end of summer. The temperature hovered between twenty-six and twenty-seven degrees Celsius.
Whoosh!
Klein stood up from the bathtub and took a stride forward, sending water droplets to the floor.
He stood there naked, looking down at his abs. He flexed and saw prominent muscle lines appear.
That was the result of his daily training. Besides, he appeared a lot more energetic.
And just today, his combat teacher, Gawain had started teaching him the basic footwork for punching and the techniques for delivering force.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Klein stepped on the floor barefooted in the bathroom, either sliding forward or retreating before dodging to the right and swinging his fist while he made a defensive gesture.
Phew. He stopped and let out a breath happily. He took the towel next to him and wiped himself down.
