There was silence between Simon and Sonya for a moment as both of them tried to catch their breaths.
Sonya sat while Simon stood, and both of them were topless.
Nearly thirty seconds later, he glanced in a particular direction before taking his gaze away.
Sonya noticed this and she raised a brow, but she said nothing.
A minute later, Simon exhaled deeply then he stretched his arms a little bit.
"Thanks for training. When next is our training session?"
Sonya blinked in confusion.
She was taken aback because this was the first time she was training somebody who was not running away from her training.
"Tomorrow?"
Simon nodded.
"Anytime tomorrow?"
Sonya nodded slowly.
"Alright. I’ll make time for it."
He turned and to Sonya’s slight surprise, he walked toward the exit.
She stretched out her hand, wanting to tell him to stop, but the words could not leave her mouth.
Why did she want him to stop?
It was not like she had anything important to say to him, but she... she enjoyed his company.
She knew close to nothing about him, and the only things she had been saying to him were insults and mockeries.
She would insult him by calling him a little kitty or to mock him for the foolish mistakes he made fighting as a brawler.
Now that their spar was over, she felt a sort of emptiness and void in her.
Why did she say she was tired?
Why did she stop the battle?
Why was he leaving so quickly?
Why doesn’t he stay and fight her after they’ve both rested?
So many questions appeared in her mind as she watched him leave, but no words came out of her lips.
Her hand was left hanging, and she was no longer able to perceive his presence through the earth because he was too far away from her.
Some seconds later, she dropped her hand and looked down.
A chuckle suddenly echoed in the training ground, and she turned to her right with narrowed eyes.
"Master, I respect you, but if you’re laughing at me, I’ll beat the shit out of you."
Ormon suddenly stepped out for the darkness with two of his arms folded and one stroking his beard.
It looked like he had walked out of the wall of the training ground, but Sonya knew that was false.
Her master had been there for some time, and he had been watching her spar with Simon, hiding in the darkness like the perverted creep that he was.
Ormon chuckled when he perceived the threatening aura of his second disciple, then he shook his head.
"When last did I see you sad?"
Sonya growled.
"So you miss him already? You’ve only met and fought him for over an hour and you’re already falling for him."
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I never knew this day would come."
Sonya’s eyes widened in disbelief beneath her mask, and she quickly jumped to her feet.
"Falling for who?! Damn you master! Not everybody thinks about sex like you."
Ormon’s lips curled up into a smile.
"Well... I never mentioned sex, did I? Who’s thinking about sex now?"
Sonya froze, then she clenched her fists and began to tremble in anger.
She vanished and instantly appeared in front of Ormon’s face with her fist glowing with thick demonic energy.
"Damn you master!"
Ormon chuckled, then he calmly placed a hand in front of Sonya’s fist.
Bang!
A shockwave blasted right behind Ormon’s palm and slammed into his face.
Ormon shook his head when he saw that his disciple wanted to continue attacking him.
He held her wrist, then he used his other hand to hold her free hand.
Eventually, he held both of her wrists, allowing her to hang in the air like she was a chicken.
Sonya growled and glared at Ormon, and the Raksha could not help but shake his head.
"Alright. Alright. You’ve not fallen for him and you don’t want to have sex with him. Are you happy now?"
"No."
Her response baffled Ormon. He looked at her with raised brows.
"What? Why are you not happy?"
"Because I’m too weak. Train me."
Ormon’s lips twitched.
"Girl, you’re one of the strongest Supreme Archfiends in the academy. And the academy had to give you an early admission into the Third Year because of your talent and antics. What do you mean by you’re too weak?"
Sonya looked in the direction Simon left, and Ormon raised a brow and looked in the same direction.
"I know that you’re going to ask me what I think of, but there’s no need to ask me that."
"Where the fuck did you find that monster?"
Ormon chuckled, then he calmly dropped Sonya on the ground.
"I told you didn’t I. That he would surprise you. He’s a First Year who has not even spent up to two weeks in the academy but he has done quite a lot in less than a week... He’s quite popular, so you should be able to know more about him."
Sonya was holding her wrist with a slight grimace but when she heard Ormon’s words about Simon, she instantly became curious.
"How popular could he possibly be? And what could he possibly have achieved in just a week? Aren’t you exaggerating?"
Ormon’s lips curled into a smile.
"Well, I won’t tell you everything. I’ll let you find out yourself, but just know one thing. Broken Halo is a slave of the clan."
Sonya was just about to look at her wrists, but she froze.
"Huh?"
She looked at her master.
"A what?"
Ormon chuckled.
"A slave. You just fought a slave."
Sonya’s eyes instantly widened in complete shock and disbelief.
"Impossible! How is he a slave?! Little kitty is going to be a better brawler than me in no time if I don’t get stronger."
"So how the fuck is he a slave?"
Ormon shrugged with a smile.
"Find out yourself if you think I’m lying or exaggerating."
Sonya wanted to give a response, but she could not.
Was little kitty truly a slave?