Simon huffed loudly. He was completely drenched in sweat, dirt was everywhere from clothes, skin to hair. He was exhausted, he'd never exerted his body like this before.
The short sword was in his left hand, it was touching the ground. He used his other hand to wipe the sweat with his shirt. Simon was looking right at Diogre not taking his eyes off him.
His opponent was not bruised at all, he was not sweating either. He just stood in one place while Simon did all the work by attacking. He had yet to land a hit.
"Haven't they been doing this for far too long?" Scarlet sighed, feeling bad for Simon.
"Five hours to be exact. I'm just really impressed that Simon hasn't dropped dead yet, clearly the kid can hold his own he just needs to be pushed."
Scarlet nodded. Seeing that Simon was busy, she took the liberty of grinding the herbs to make the spices. She may not have known the names or which did what, but she'd seen Levi doing this and it wasn't hard.
