Alphonse stands, out of stance as he has beaten his father in a sparring match, he could tell the Raeloph was going all out, but that meant nothing. 'So this is the true meaning of the boost...' Alphonse thought to himself as he looked around at his brothers' astonished faces.
Alphonse was happy with this win, though he knew Raeloph would be angry because he lost. 'I shouldn't try to win... Though is I lose he'll be angry because he knows I can win... A draw with a few wins and losses here and there, makes it seem like it is luck based.' Alphonse thought to himself.
Raeloph woke up after having his pressure points hit and was furious. 'I was going all out and yet he won! Must've been luck, though he has gotten much stronger!' Raeloph yelled in his mind as his face showed an angry expression. "Lucky brat." Raeloph said gruffly as he stood up. Alphonse didn't move or say anything, just looking forward like a soldier that has fallen in line. (In case someone misinterprets this when a soldier falls in line, it means to line up next to other soldiers.)
"Alphonse, when did you get so strong?" Henmer whispered to Alphonse. Alphonse didn't answer and just stood. After a few moments, Henmer gave up on getting an answer and went back to the sidelines.
"Elmer, spar him, I want you to test him." Raeloph said. Elmer got into the sparring area and Alphonse moved to the opposite side of Elmer, going into the horse stance.
"You're just going to use the horse stance? That doesn't seem easy." Elmer said as Alphonse nodded. Less than twenty seconds later Elmer was on the ground in pain. Raeloph looked at Alphonse.
"You've gotten much stronger, I believe it is time to take your training to the next step." Raeloph said as he brought Elmer to the sidelines.