Chapitre 395: Substitute

"Good," Tycondrius stretched his arms and back outward, comfortable on the arena ground. 

Athena pursed her lips, offering her hand out to him... "Well... I asked Instructor Ran about him, but he said Mister Chaleb was doing super-secret training? I was just curious, I guess... and... um... Yeah." 

Tycon stood up with Athena's help, dusting sand off of himself. 

What he'd heard thus far was laudable... and not completely surprising. Athena's diligence, along with her talent made her progress far faster than her peers. Tycon imagined her existence to be intimidating to normal humans. If the young man Chaleb asked Ran for 'special' training... it would be harsh, but he would only be stronger, because of it. 

The young lady seemed to be hesitating about something, though... 

"Did you have a suggestion, Miss Athena?" Tycon asked, rotating his waist and stretching his arms cross-body.