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THE COMBAT

"Master is calling me? Why?" Megara inquired while wiping her sweat away. She stood between Evenor and Agnes. The day was Friday, meaning Saturday lessons would be less than other days and Sunday would be off. The disciples were just done with their first round of training lessons and were having a break for an hour.

"You already forgot? Such a loose case you are. You missed more than half of your second-round training lessons yesterday. When we asked where you were? You didn't answer us, so the master seeks you." Marco said and folded his arms over his chest by the time he stopped in front of them, his chest puffed out.