Luke frowned, the unexpected request leaving him momentarily dazed as if heâd been struck on the head.
âU-uh⦠Do you have a busy schedule or somethingâ¦?â
âNo, not particularly.â
âThen⦠please, just this once, help me out.â@@novelbin@@
Dylan bent at a sharp 90-degree angle, bowing deeply. His earnestness was palpable enough to make even Luke hesitate. His gaze dropped inadvertently to Dylanâs hands, which were marred with calluses and wounds. The training sword Luke had just returned to him was similarly battered.
ââ¦How does a sword even end up flying out the window in the first place?â Luke asked, raising a brow.
âWell⦠I lost my grip for a momentâ¦â Dylan replied, scratching the back of his head awkwardly with a sheepish laugh.
Without another word, Luke brushed past him and walked into the training hall.
âJust so weâre clear, Iâm not the type to go easy on anyone.â
âW-wait⦠Youâre actually going to train with me?â Dylan stammered, his eyes widening in disbelief.
âYou donât want to? Youâre the one who asked,â Luke replied, exhaling a sigh.
Dylanâs face lit up immediately, and he eagerly followed Luke inside, his steps almost bouncing with excitement. Luke, on the other hand, sighed once more. This wasnât something he had planned or particularly wanted to doâheâd rather avoid getting involved with anyone at headquarters.