"De Leon, you're running again." A knight with tawny hair crawled out of a tent and happened to see the bare-chested Pindo passing by the entrance.
"Lair, you're not asleep yet?" Casually picking up the linen towel hanging from his waist, Pindo wiped the sweat from his face and greeted the knight with a smile.
Thomas Lair was, like him, a knight of the Chalk Knights. Among the entire order, he could probably be ranked fourth.
First was naturally Anno, captain of the Chalk Knights. Second was Vice-Captain Lamorak. Third was Pindo.
At this time, Lancelot and Kay had yet to mature, so the more senior knights were naturally the stronger ones.
Thomas high-fived Pindo, then walked into the tent, brought out a waterskin, and handed it to him.
"Thanks, brother."
Taking the water Thomas handed over, Pindo took a huge gulp, patted Thomas on the shoulder, and sat down right where he was.
"I see you running until so late every day. What's the point?" Thomas stretched lazily, looking at ease. "Your martial skill can't surpass the captain's or vice-captain's anyway, can it? Why not get a little rest?"
"Life is still long. It's no good to run so fast."
"Hahaha, I'm not like you, you lazy bastard. Your talent isn't any worse than mine, yet you're still so slack. Be careful you don't laze yourself to death." Pindo laughed and cursed, punching Thomas lightly on the shoulder before resuming his loud gulps of water. He drank quickly, clearly parched; within seconds, he had nearly finished the large waterskin.
"Hey, at least leave some for me!"
Thomas and Pindo began fighting over it.
"Why are you snatching my water? Go get your own from inside!"
"Hey! Listen to yourself! It's like I wasn't the one who brought that waterskin