Austria, October 9th 1800
7:45 AM
Lukas and Leonhard were in the garden of the palace, they had just finished training, and were panting.
They were sat on a bench as they both drank some water. The training was truly starting to get demanding, mainly for Leonhard, since Lukas had been starting to be a pesky opponent to him.
When Lukas finished drinking from the small gallon he was holding, he looked at Leonhard, who seemed to have a very upset expression.
Lukas leaned forward with his brow raised. "Hey, Leonhard. What's wrong with you?" he asked.
Leonhard didn't answer. Instead he just stood there, staring at a random spot on the horizon, as if he was zoning. Lukas knew that he had listened to him, though.
Lukas frowned, and then snapped his fingers in front of his face. "Hey! Leonhard!" he asked.