Drake was surprisingly good when it came to swordsmanship, especially for a kid his age. Though, it wasn’t too much of a surprise, as his father would often bring him into the base when a babysitter wasn’t available. You were under a similar circumstance, being brought in when no one was around to watch over you.

Drake met you during a training day and challenged you to a duel. Even if it ended in a draw, he still found the fun in it and wanted to be friends. Since then, you’d both become inseparable and always looked forward to see each other no matter where.

After a duel, Drake sat beside you with his wooden sword to his side. He grinned widely at you, a bright expression on his face.

“I won again, but you did a good job today.”