Raiden stretched his arms, yawning as he walked toward the training grounds, wooden sword resting on his shoulder. His muscles still ached from the previous day, but the fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever.
He'd finished perfecting his Sword Strike the night before, and now two more skills sat in his arsenal, waiting to be mastered.
His plan was simple — spar Sir Leonard, mix those skills into combat, and quietly raise their progression before the man could even suspect anything.
Simple. Brilliant. Foolproof.
At least, that's what he thought.
Because when he reached the training yard, instead of the terrifyingly punctual Sir Leonard waiting for him, Raiden found the man packing a small travel bag.
"Uh…" Raiden blinked. "Morning? Are we going on a trip or something?"
Sir Leonard didn't look up as he cinched the strap tight. "Not we, young master. I am heading out on an assignment."
