The groups had been formed.
Each of the students now had their own sparring partner.
I too had been matched with some guy from the class, but I negotiated with the instructor for some time, debating the effectiveness of this activity.
To my luck, my opponent was a lot weaker than me, barely at Bronze 2.
Zenur had first tried to refuse my request, but somehow I was successful in persuading him.
Honestly, I had merely spoken a few words, and the instructor understood my logic, so he decided on allotting Noah as my sparring partner.
Fighting Noah would have been good too, but I wanted someone else as my partner.
Hence, through another round of small negotiations, I had secured him.
As I looked in his direction, the boy lowered his gaze, not daring to look into my eyes.
Or at least that was what he made me believe.
But I knew better.
