Tucked inside a comfortable bed, a young boy slowly opened his eyes to the bright morning sun. He still seemed sleepy, but his eyes regained clarity moments after he woke up.
"...So I passed out, how long has it been, Grandmaster Arkham?"
Without a presence, a man emerged from the shadows. Looking at his huge stature, it was difficult to imagine that such a man could hide in plain sight, but no one other than Xavier had noticed his presence up until now.
"It's only been about a day. Did your sensing skills improve too?"
"Everything about me has improved from that spar. Thank you, I shall remember this favor."
"Haha, what favor? I just had a spar with you to test you."
"If you hadn't taken that blow from me so sturdily, I might not have gotten that instinctive desire to create a stronger strike just to make you move. Intended or not, you have earned my favor."
Arkham was speechless for a moment before he spoke again.
