Komachi was now training with Zand in the vast open field of the Specters… The sun shone just above the horizon, but it was already too late for a disciplined Samurai like Komachi.
"Hyah!"
"Ha!"
The echoes of their grunts and groans were muffled by the fresh morning wind. Once they were finished, both of them squatted down over the tender grass, panting hard.
"You… You are good, considering this is the first time you're practicing with me," Komachi uttered, averting his gaze.
"All thanks to Mom's genes," he stated and laughed playfully.
"Zand, considering you got your mother back in your life and she is a noblewoman… I want you to stop your playboy acts. There's no more need to visit David's wife—"
"Well, right now I'm screwing her daughter, to be honest," he stated bluntly without any shame.
"Good!" Both of them turned to meet Michael's smirking face. He was standing by the fountain, a bit far. How did he ever manage to hear them? Is he a Samurai too?
