Inside his house, Noah glanced at the time on his phone and felt his stomach drop.
"Shit! I'm going to miss the dojo session, Master Tanaka is going to kill me!" he muttered in a hurry, frantically packing his gym bag with training clothes and some necessities.
Noah had returned home as Lola's shift began, feeling somewhat tired from everything that had happened—the underground conspiracy, public trial, noble investiture, and body tempering training had made for an exhausting day.
But missing his scheduled session with Master Tanaka wasn't an option. The old swordmaster valued punctuality almost as much as technique, and Noah had no desire to face disappointed lectures about commitment and discipline.
Noah grabbed his keys and sprinted to his GTR, the engine roaring to life as he reversed out of his driveway with perhaps more speed than necessary.
