"Well there must be a reason, and it isn't for sparing, you're far too strong, the difference in our strengths can't be breached, so there must be something else," said Lucian, he was thinking aloud speaking to Miksha just as much as he was speaking to himself.
"You're the genius, why don't you figure it out!" snapped Miksha with indignation.
'See, this is why you don't allow yourself to be drawn in by the commoner trash,' Lucian rebuked himself, 'They are all useless,' he reminded himself as he plopped down on the floor quickly becoming lost in his thoughts.
He recalled everything the Master had told him, but he was already feeling exhausted from his spar with Miksha, it made it all the more difficult for him to focus.
Half an hour passed by in silence, when Lucian got up he saw Miksha dragging the sand across the floor with a rake, redistributing it in an even layer.
