Letter (Part 2)

A distant foreign land

That afternoon, when Romon returned to his residence, Tekaxiu was practicing combat techniques in the courtyard. The courtyard Romon had chosen came with a training ground, lined with exercise equipment and a reasonably sized stretch of level open ground—everything a combat professional needed.

In the field, Tekaxiu moved with agility. The longsword in his hand seemed to have come alive, whirling up and down as he practiced the most basic, yet most chilling, moves.

Romon did not want to disturb him. After entering, he said nothing, but carried over a chair from the side and sat at the edge of the field, watching quietly.

It had to be said that Tekaxiu possessed a great talent for battle. Romon had already seen his potential in his somewhat immature techniques before. Now, tempered by combat, Tekaxiu's youthfulness was gradually fading away. Every move and stance contained killing intent, a refinement that could only be forged through slaughter on the battlefield.

After quite a while, Tekaxiu finally withdrew his sword and stood still. Then he noticed Romon sitting nearby, smiling at him.

"My lord, when did you return?" Tekaxiu put away his longsword, picked up a towel beside him, wiped away his sweat, and grinned, revealing dazzlingly white teeth.

"I came back a while ago. I saw you practicing, so I didn't say anything." Romon rose to his feet, looked at Tekaxiu's sweat-soaked appearance, and nodded. "It's good to work hard, but you need to take care of your body too."

"I know, my lord." Tekaxiu chuckled. "By the way, is there a new mission? Training by myself is always slower. Real combat gets results much faster."

Tekaxiu now had new hope, and he was striving toward it with all his strength.

"Of course. We'll be setting out tomorrow,