Chapter 83 - Chapter 84

Alistar wasn't sure about the reason, but over the past three months his master had become a lot more involved in his training. On all mornings save for Sundays, he spent around four hours with his crabby teacher in the spacious yard out front of his home, practicing new techniques and reiterating old ones in a very in-depth and technical manner. Whereas Tramon used to spend a couple of hours sparring with him each morning—beating him, really, since he'd never landed so much as a single hit—and otherwise leaving him to self-study after heeding the call of his bottles, he now presided over Alistar's training for the duration of the his lessons. Tramon had been watching him very closely, criticizing even the smallest mistakes when it came to postures, breathing patterns, and execution. Not only that but the man looked healthier overall, with less prominent bags under his eyes and more colour to his slightly wrinkled face.