France, September 24th 1803
11:45 AM
Lukas and the rest of his comrades were finally back to marching. Julian's army understandably wanted some time to rest, and they did have it.
Lukas was walking alongside Luther until he yawned.
Luther looked at Lukas. "Didn't you sleep well?" he asked.
Lukas rubbed his right eye. "Hmm... well, I'm sleepy almost all the time, so I don't know how to answer that question quite well. I slept as much as I usually did," he said.
Luther nodded his head. "I see..." he said. "I saw you talking to Johan a while ago. I also noticed he didn't stop training. To be honest, I wasn't expecting that," the big guy added.
Lukas scoffed softly. "Tell me about it," he replied. "I mean, it's not like I don't believe in his capabilities or something, but sometimes he goes past what I expect, which is good," the blonde boy said.