"How are you?" Stacy walked over and reached out a hand to him.
Leech took Stacy's hand, using it to pull himself up.
"It hurts," Leech said with a grin, "but that power... it's incredible."
The breastplate was caved in from her strike, a pitiful sight.
The Soldiers watching the training had long expected this outcome, and they all gave Leech sympathetic looks.
"Do you always spar with girls when you take them on a date?" Stacy asked as she quickly unbuckled his armor so he could check his injuries.
Seeing this, the others tactfully turned and left.
They had all been sent flying by Miss Stacy, but this time seemed a little different.
Miss Stacy's attitude was different.
With any other young noble, Miss Stacy would have turned and left long ago.
Leech lifted his shirt. Thankfully, it was just a bruise. 'It'd be pretty embarrassing to get seriously injured over a simple spar.'
