Noah and Lucas walked side by side, their footsteps in sync as they left the Year 3 training area. The air was thick with the faint smell of sweat and burnt energy from previous training sessions, but Noah barely noticed. His mind was locked on one thing—what came next.
Lucas, hands in his pockets, glanced at him. "You sure about this? If it's just money, I can give you whatever you need."
Noah shook his head immediately. "No. I appreciate it, but I want to earn it. For once, I'd like to work for my own money instead of getting handouts."
Lucas exhaled sharply, tilting his head like he was debating whether to argue. Then he gave a small nod. "Alright. I'll set things up. Just make sure you hold up your end of the bargain."
Noah breathed out slowly, feeling some of the tension in his chest ease. 'That's one thing taken care of.'
Now, he was ready.