Chapter 72

Mecael

The door to the training room beeped. Alex walked in with…

"Are those…swords?" I asked biting back a laugh.

He raised his eyebrows polinting to the corner father stood in.

"Who even uses a sword in a fight nowadays?" He smirks and shrugs nonchalantly.

loved how easy going he was but most of the times the trait only pissed me off.

"You are not here to catch up." The impatient voice thundered across the room. Father had a problem with everything and if there was none then be ncertain he was going to find it.

Mesta rolls her eyes and sighs. "Let's train." She pulls out both her knives. She spins them in her hands as she got into stance.

Alex draws his swords over his head and brings them down pointing at me.

"Okay,so I'm the only one who was forced to train on fists?" I asked as I threw father a nasty glare. He meets my eye challenging me to question him.

I don't. It was going to be a worthless fight.

"Let's train."

I bend my knees dropping into a law squat. My torso retained