"Aren't you tired?" Mike was finally sure that there was something weird going on.
Lucas got up and loosened his grip on the pickaxe making it fall while he started wiping the sweat on his face.
"Not really."
Mike first felt like it was the only thing to say, when you are not tired, you're not tired. But it had been two hours of continuous work!
"Hm, but you always used to get tired way before this time. I don't see you exhausted at all, just sweat and dirt."
Lucas looked at his arms and saw that he was very dirty but there was not only that.
"Now that you mention it, I am supposed to be tired by now, even just a little tired but it should happen…" Lucas thought and in a second, he finally realized as he grinned madly.
Mike did not like that grin at all.
"It's because of my title!" he screamed and opened his status to look at the description again.
