Spreading across the courtyard, each Elite either took a rudimentary stance with kilos of weight tied to their limbs, or practiced with a sword and other forms of weapons. A few sat in a lotus meditation posture and zoned out the chaotic noises.
"The Hundred Sets of Martial Discipline."
To his side, Max heard Miles say as he nodded at the other Elites who glanced their way.
"Huh?" Max expressed his puzzlement, to which Miles' mysterious smile broadened before responding.
"Do you know what he's doing?"
Miles asked, gesturing towards the Elite who sat in a lotus posture.
'If I knew I wouldn't be here.'
Though finding the question stupid to ask, Max knew Miles was trying to show off his knowledge by clouding the way he spoke with mystery.
"No."
So he simply replied with a curt answer that hinted at his displeasure.
