"Why are we even doing this, master?" I cried out as I watched Leo cover his mouth with his hands to suppress a chuckle.
"I can see you laughing, you know?!" I cried out again.
"Ahahaha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Leo said, wiping away a tear from his excessive laughter and tossing me a clean towel.
I took the towel from him and used it to wipe the black grease from my face.
Right now we were in the master's garage and in front of us stood a vintage sports bike.
Now, when I say vintage, I mean it's an older model compared to the hover bikes prevalent in this world. It still had tires.
Back in my world, in my time, however, this bike would be considered a top-class new model.
After spending the entire day training with master, he invited me to join him for dinner at his place.
And why would I, in my right mind, refuse a free meal, right? So naturally, I accepted.
