You stood before the shirtless master, feeling the sting of envy as your sore body begged for reprieve. Even with your student status, you couldn't help but be drawn to his powerful physique.

He stood before you, muscles bulging as he adopted a firm stance, a testament to the years of rigorous training he had undertaken.

“Focus.” He said firmly, his swords drawn. “You’re distracted.”

You’d been at it all day, yet, you hadn’t asked for a break, not once—you enjoyed seeing him in this state.