His eyes did not leave your sweet face, the sword skillfully repelled attacks, struck blows. Chu Dеon enjoyed your training with him. Your graceful movements of arms and legs, your concentrated face - it fascinated him.

He wanted to hold you in his arms.

And despite his dreams, he won once again, knocking the sword out of his hands with the last attack and pressing you to the ground.

"Preceptor... you lost." — taking a breath, said Dеon, looming over you.