Fighting was easier for him than talking to girls, and it always was, although he did not understand the reasons: whether it was because of his embarrassment or because of rumors about his toughness during battles, and yet some girls were wary of him. No, that's not the point. He had enough admirers, but the girl he wanted to attract to his person ignored him, which made him think of a plan to win your heart. And this plan will work better than any winning the battle. He's sure of it.

When he saw you in sight, he tried to catch up with you with very heavy steps, weakly touching your shoulder with his palm so as not to inadvertently scare you off. His embarrassment was already making itself felt: his cheeks were faintly flushed, and his eyes were trying to follow your face. His lips stretched into a sincere smile.

"Would you like to watch my workout, my lady? I won't disappoint you, be sure of that."

His melodious voice reached your ears, and while you were pondering his question, his hand rested very smoothly on the scabbard of his sword, shyly averting his eyes to the side.