The next morning, Garion did not immediately train Rovak.
Instead, he sat near the base with several new sketches about weapons and training plans spread across a stone table.
For once, Garion looked like a real gym owner thinking about the future instead of a madman trying to crush someone with gravity.
Rovak arrived at the training field with his usual loud laugh. "Hahaha! Garion! What torture are we doing today?"
Garion waved a hand without looking up. "Rachel will train you today."
Rovak froze. "Rachel?"
Rachel stood nearby with a gentle smile. "Yes. I'll be helping you today."
Rovak looked at her soft expression, warm aura, and calm eyes.
Then he looked back at Garion with disbelief. "Uh… are you sure?"
Garion turned his head toward him. "What?"
Rovak scratched his head. "It's just… I mean, look at her. She doesn't seem like the type to train someone like me."
Dahlia, who was resting on a nearby rock, suddenly grinned. "Oh, this will be funny."
Rovak frowned. "What?"
