"Not Exactly My Fault"

France, September 24th 1803

7:26 AM

Lukas was in the camp, leaning against a tree while having some water. He had just finished his morning training, so he looked exhausted.

Since Johan had had a difficult day, and Lucius was wounded, Lukas decided to ask Luther to spare to him, which the big guy immediately agreed to.

At first, Lukas was only trying to get used to Luther's fighting style. It remembered him a lot about the one he had back in the Royal Academy, however, the big difference was that he was much calmer, and didn't seem to attack by impulse anymore.

Lukas and Luther had battled about 3 times, and the blonde boy had lost all of them, which was pretty frustrating to him.

Lukas sighed before looking up at the sky. 'Well, it looks I have to catch up to Luther again,' he thought.