"Is your wrist all right?"

What is this? You beat someone up, then give them medicine?

Alphonso looked like he was about to cry but faintly smiled. "Yes! It's fine!"

I was surprised once again to see the crybaby Alphonso smiling as if he was okay even though his wrists probably hurt. Most of all, the lousy swordsmanship that was unbearable to watch during the entrance exam had now developed into lousy swordsmanship that was bearable to watch.

Alphonso was steadily growing somewhere away from my eyes. He might one day be able to rid himself of the child and crybaby titles.

I clapped my hands, realizing that even as friends, one wouldn’t know everything about them. "It was a great spar."

As soon as I clapped my hands, Lisbon and Alphonso looked at me in surprise, having just realized that I was here.

"Wow~! It's Den!" 

As soon as he saw me, Alphonso tried to charge in for a hug as always. As customary, I stopped him by holding his head in one hand and smiled refreshingly. "Wipe away your sweat at least before you come rushing towards me."

Alphonso struggled to wipe the sweat off his face with the hem of his clothes.

"Using your clothes to clean the sweat...