As I emerged from my meeting with the Blue Sea Lone Sword, the evening was already well underway. Though there was still some time until the scheduled dinner, I headed to the meeting spot, knowing I didn’t have enough spare time to fit in any training.

“If I get caught, that old man will be furious.”

Skipping training, especially with someone as relentless as the Tyrant, would surely invite another “training session” that was little more than a beating.

“He enjoys hitting people more than he lets on.”

I was certain of it. He seemed to take out his frustration …