Chapter 64: Justin’s obsession
Tyson effortlessly parried Lara’s wooden daggers as they sparred, his movements smooth and fluid. Her bracelet indicated 4.19 minutes of continuous sparring, which no team member had sustained without collapsing. However, Tyson barely broke a sweat.
"That’s a good one. Keep it up," he said, ducking to avoid a strike while glancing at the rest of the team.
Shaun was sprawled out on a log, snoring peacefully, with the campfire flickering in front of him. He had been the first to spar with Tyson and completed the drill by sticking to his defensive style. Tyson took the time to teach him how to parry without relying on his shield in emergencies.
Ken had vanished shortly after being pummeled into the dirt by Tyson during sparring. Tyson had been seeking revenge, and Ken stood no chance. With his father refusing to help and no strength to oppose Tyson, Ken opted to sleep through the grueling fourth day of training. His body had been exhausted.
Half-asleep yet still managing to keep an eye on the fight, Bee kept the fire burning as the dark, dense forest surrounded them. A murmur of life echoed from the nearby mine. Tyson had chosen the forest for the drill to push everyone outside their comfort zones.
"Don’t ignore me, Senior!" Lara shouted, clearly intent on exploiting Tyson’s distraction. But Tyson reacted quicker than she anticipated. He spun around, twisting her arm and pulling her close, catching her by surprise.
She stood still, her cheeks coloring as she sensed his breath near her lips. His arms tightened around her, enveloping her in a warm embrace. The sensation of his hands encircling her ignited a strange warmth in her chest.
"You nearly had me," Tyson smiled, noticing her efforts to break free from his grip.
He knew that she would pounce the moment he let go, just like a cat. Lara had never hesitated in a fight, even against him.
He was exhausted from the constant fights and had hoped to finish quickly, but Lara’s stubborn strength kept her in the game, which he admired about her.
Tyson’s grip was firm but gentle, his body close enough for her to hear his heartbeat. After training with him a dozen times, she had always admired him from a distance, and now... she was this near.