Travel inside a carriage was torturous at first, but Jin, whose butt was numb, now leaned his back against the carriage seat, gazing at the blue canvas that stretched endlessly toward the horizon.
Five days had passed since the journey began. The journey was nothing but smooth, aside from occasional beasts appearing blocking their route. However with a flick of Marina's fingers the beasts turned to crisp, leaving a charred meat for the scavengers to feast on.
Meanwhile, when Ryan had free time, he always invited Jin to spar using their wooden swords. Their winning ratio was devastated and Ryan never clinched a single victory in their spar.
***
Midday, when the sun is high above. Ryan tightened his grip on the wooden sword and lunged ahead. His swing slices through the air, and Jin sidestepped effortlessly. Jin's blade flicked out in a sharp counter before it stopped before Ryan's ribs, signalling the end of a spar.
Ryan puffed his chest and exhaled, "Again".
