When the timer ticked to a stop, I had managed ten slashes.
Only ten. And even those were shallow—tears in his clothes, barely scratches.
"Well done," Kairos said, entirely unbothered. He brushed dust off his shoulder like the entire battle had been a warm-up stretch. His expression remained bright, genuinely impressed. "Your speed is improving."
I wanted to argue. To throw something at him. Maybe him, preferably.
But instead, I dropped back down onto the ground and sulked—my pride stinging harder than my muscles. I only managed to slash his clothes, and I was this close to my limit.
"I'll rest here for a bit," I muttered.
"We should stop our training for today anyway. I have something to do," Kairos said as he brushed off his sleeves.
I gave him a small nod. "Thanks for being my sparring partner."
"No problem," he said as he closed the door.
