"It's okay."
"Just now, why didn't you evade when I hit you?"
"Taking hits is better than kneeling in the cemetery or being punished by family rules."
Gem Atkinson finally laughed, gave Clive a punch on the shoulder, and said, "Good lad, so you were planning for this. All right, put on your clothes now." Smelling the medicine applied on Clive, Gem continued, "This medicine was specially made by Audrey's godmother, great for promoting blood circulation and reducing swelling. The bruises should be gone in three days."
"Father Atkinson, thank you for forgiving me," Clive said while putting on his clothes.
"When you're better, we'll have a little spar to see if your martial skills have improved."
"Sure, but Father Atkinson, I'm sure you're no match for me."
"Kid, you're quite arrogant."
"I can spar over 200 moves with Beas. Little Beas said you can't go past 200 moves against him..."
