Ethan watched Uncle Jed fall silent. His eyes darted for a moment before he waved his hand dismissively.
"You don't want to?"
"Why wouldn't I? Of course I do!"
Hearing Uncle Jed's words, Ethan turned around. Before he could speak, Uncle Jed continued in a flat tone, "Alright then. Tell me—what exactly do you want me to do?"
"Uh…" Ethan rubbed his nose, feeling awkward. Had he been that obvious? Had Uncle Jed seen right through him?
"It's nothing much. Your spearmanship… I think it's pretty good. Maybe you could teach me a few moves?" Since he'd already been exposed, Ethan decided not to pretend anymore.
"What?" Uncle Jed stared at him like he'd misheard. "You're serious? You really want to learn my spearmanship?"
Uncle Jed could hardly believe it.
"What? You're reluctant?" Ethan frowned. Was this spearmanship some kind of priceless thing?
