Lis's life had been quite routine these past two days; he was very familiar with the monotony of sea voyages and made full use of every moment.
He meditated to conceive new arcane models and, when tired, would come out to stretch his legs and incidentally beat up Mans.
It could only be said that this former mercenary, now the Third Officer, was indeed a representation of repeated defeats and resilience, getting his nose bloodied and face swollen yet always looking happy. If it weren't for his steady strength increase, Lis would have thought he was a masochist.
Lis and the Third Officer's sparring sessions were not hidden from the crew but took place right on the forward deck of the ship, always drawing a crowd.
Seeing the stern Third Officer being beaten up was a source of great amusement for the sailors.
The captain and other Sailor Leaders occasionally watched the sparring as well, their respect for Lis growing unconsciously while they were also entertained.
