Derrick left the training room with his mind and body focused on a singular goal: He needed to see Sir Thompson.
Ever since he was a boy, Sir Thompson had trained him, and he felt he had a way deeper connection to Sir Thompson than with Royal Knight.
Royal knight's method of training was often stoic and lacked proper emotions.
Royal Knight acted like a robot most times, and Derrick had recognized it as a major block.
There were many things Derrick needed to learn that didn't just have to do with the physical, he needed emotions to master many things.
What was the point of learning a powerful attack if he didn't feel accomplished or rewarded after learning it?
Derrick also, couldn't blame Royal Knight, that was how he had been raised, taught from a young age that emotions only clouded one's judgment.
Derrick opened his room and drew a bath, washing off the sweat, grime, dirt and grass from his skin.
If he wanted to see Sir Thompson, then he couldn't afford to be messy.
