“With the beauty by your side, I'm proud to say that you did positively better from training.” The knight, praised the young man with an encouraging smile on his face, proud of the red-haired young man's accomplishment. “Really? I did?” Luka chuckled sheepishly.

“Of course! The eyes of the beauty, Idrila — has casted their gaze to you, giving you the strength and agility to perfect and match your movements even more eloquent and elegant such as the beauty.” Argenti praised him once more, the sight of the two red hairs making them look like father and son bonding together over a friendly spar.

“Wow, your praises never fails to make me feel embarrassed.” Luka spoke shyly, looking down with a sheepish smile. “My my, I'm glad to hear such compliment from you, Mr. Luka.” The red-haired knight responded with a genuine smile. “But perhaps you're still tired, or your fatigue is still holding on?”

“Let's take a small break, 5 minutes or so..” Luka replied to Argenti's question as he sat down, stretching both his robotic arm he calls the 'iron fist' and his own flesh and muscles of an arm. “Very well.” Argenti nodded. “Though, I didn't lie when I said I'm proud of you, I really am proud of your achievement, Luka.” The knight added and sat down next to Luka.

“Is that so? Then, that just gives me the energy and motivation, Mr. Argenti.” The determined red hair spoke with a grin. “Glad to hear that my words have a certain effect on you, dear friend.” Argenti smiled.