Chapter 191 - A bet

The training fields behind Sherlock's quarter block were quiet by late afternoon, save for the steady rhythm of impact — fists against pads, feet against stone, breath against silence. Ken, Lucan, and Elon had been at it since morning, the way they always were when Sherlock pushed them into one of his wordless evaluation sessions. He never announced when he was testing them. He simply watched differently. His arms would fold a little tighter across his chest. His eyes would stop blinking as often. They had all learned to read it by now, and all three of them had been reading it all day.