I lay on the floor and stared up at the sky. My heart was pounding, my muscles were sore, and sweat poured off my body like rivets.
"That was a close one," said the young warrior lying beside me in the same condition.
For the past few days, he has been my sparring partner. His name is Kais Mainek. His grandfather is one of the elders, Elder Ahmet Mainek.
"Yeah, I'll beat you next time!" I said, still breathing heavily.
Tua Tahir had started taking me seriously when I strengthened my resolve to train as hard as he pushed me and then some.
We, the youngest or, in my case, newest warriors, had been paired up for a few days now.
The other people using the training grounds were older, more seasoned warriors who did daily training to keep their skills sharp.
"Well, at the rate you're going, that would not be too far off," Kais said. He had a slight smirk on his face.
