Several hours later, Ash groaned and sank down next to Kubo. He couldn’t resist releasing another moan just for good measure when his muscles protested. He sat back, closed his eyes, and ignored the old man’s soft chuckle.
“You know, it is probably not wise to teach a Turbinta how to fight like you do. There is always the chance that the master may one day be defeated by the pupil,” Kubo said.
“Tell me about it. Kella is a fast learner,” Ash retorted, wincing when he pressed against his ribs. “I think I have a bruise.”
Kubo’s loud laughter echoed through the room. Several people paused and smiled at them before resuming what they were doing. Ash gazed around the area and sighed. A group of men and women chatted while they cleared the remains of the dinner. The enormous hall was used for
