He took a glance ahead. Tifa, who was currently throwing punches, didn't seem unusual. The obsession-driven antiquities should have nothing to do with her.
Casio took a few steps to his right, and quickly scanned the outside. He immediately spotted Phil and Milo standing not far from the entrance to the hall. "Could it be them?"
It seemed like Phil and Milo noticed Casio's gaze, they turned their heads, pretending to watch a student pummeling a sandbag.
"Coach, are my movements up to standard?" Tifa's voice came from next door, crisp but slightly hoarse.
Casio turned his head and said, "Not bad, but you could make your movements a bit more exaggerated to fully utilise your strength."
"Is that so?" Tifa demonstrated once again.
"Hmm, not bad. Keep practicing like this, I have to go to the restroom. And don't slack off." Casio advised her and then left.
On the left side of the partition, Tifa was left alone practicing her punches.
