The hallways of the academy are dimly lit as Law watches you practice with your sword.

It's amusing how you're trying to practice in a secluded area of the castle of the academy and not the grounds, but it is late at night so he understands why.

He leans against the wall, in the shadows, arms crossed over his chest as he hears you grunt with every swing of your sword until you stop and stand still, panting.

"That's the best you can do?"

He calls out with a smirk and walks into the light.