A Spar

His body was soaked in sweat, something he was delighted about since there was no way Geran would touch him.

But unknown to him, the image Geran saw was completely different as the sweat all over Darun’s body made the white training uniform he wore stick closer to his skin, making it transparent enough for Geran to see Darun’s skin, which made his body look tempting enough for him to want to touch.

“Don’t come any closer, you can do whatever you like on the other side of the hall,” Darun said, noting Geran’s roaming gaze on his body.

Annoyed, Darun simply went ahead to turn his back on Geran, holding his sword in his own hand as he continued to swing it against the wooden dummy in front of him, while ensuring that the sword didn’t in any way get stuck.

He continued this for a while without paying any attention to Geran who he assumed had either ignored him or left the room after not hearing a single sound from him only to suddenly hear the shrill sound of an iron weapon being released