One week, two weeks, three weeks and finally, a month had passed as Rion continued to spar with his squad members.
Each day they progressed further and became better than the day before.
They invented new tricks and techniques to defeat him.
Even though, they did nothing but amuse him. Rion had also learned from them, and he had made sure not to stop training himself while training them - if one could call his one-sided beatings as such.
During the past month, he had also honed himself as a spearman.
From the day of his birth, he had begun to see his father as his ideal — A person he was supposed to follow and become in the future.
Even though both Haden and Lara had told him that he couldn't and shouldn't become like him, he still continued to pursue that goal.
That was also the reason why he had decided upon a spear, his father had promised to teach him his spear art once he became a squad leader.
