When Clara came back, her panic was on a different level. Theo's knuckles were bloodied and swollen from punching the rough ropes of the training dummy.
It was a lot to see a boy doing this much at such an age.
Yet, when she had first entered the room, she had seen Theo's determined face. She hadn't known an eight-year-old boy could make such a face.
It gave her peace of mind because, in the beast-taming world, trauma was the one thing that had broken many humans.
Even powerful individuals in history had succumbed to it—then what was Theo in front of them? But fortunately, Theo was not defeated in the face of dangerous and fearful situations.
After patching up his hand and showing him better ways to train his body, they had food for the first time in a while.
"Delicious," Theo said, taking a sizeable chunk of spicy meat.
"How is the boar now?"
