"What did you say?" Rowan had been too focused on his kata routine just now, his breathing heavy, so he didn't hear clearly what Owen mumbled in his mouth.
Owen hurriedly swallowed the piece of meat, stood up, and handed a clean animal skin to Rowan to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "These moves of yours, they look very formidable. Can you teach me?"
"Sure, but I'll say this first, I will be very strict. Can you handle it?" Rowan smirked, his eyes full of challenge. Regarding this aspect of martial arts, he never treated it as a joke. Just looking at how the Alphas in his old military unit avoided him like a plague god would show how harsh his training was.
He could teach, but he feared that Owen, being a wild beastman used to freedom and doing as he pleased, wouldn't be able to stand this kind of systematic, constraining training.
