The Extra's Survival

BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG

In an empty training room, loud bangs were heard which echoed across the empty desolate training room.

Except for Lucas, no one was training for such late hours. It was already 1 AM and everyone would be in their bed having sweet dreams.

But Lucas stood before a dummy and punched again and again giving many ferocious punches one after another.

He kept on hammering and punching with all his might as if this dummy was his natural enemy and had pissed him off.

Lucas ’s body was drenched in sweat and looked as if he just come out of his bath after taking a shower.

The training room suddenly opened and Harris walked in and seeing Lucas punching the dummy, he dashed towards him and placed his hand on his forehead.

”Hein!Sir Harris, what happened? ” Lucas asked with a surprised expression seeing Harris rushing towards him.

”Lucas are you alright? ” He asked with a questioning gaze.

”Do you have a fever or did you take the wrong medicine? ” Harris asked in a worried tone.

”No, but why do you think that something is wrong with me, ” Lucas asked.

”Because you are practising boxing instead of swordsmanship. ”

”For a sword maniac like you, it is quite unusual. ”

”Ohh! ”Lucas exclaimed as he understood from where Harris was coming and laughed.

Lucas chucked on hearing Harris ’s words and spoke ”I am not training in real sense. ”

Harris blinked a couple of times and observed Lucas from head to toe.

He was panting heavily and his body was drenched in sweat.

His knuckles were red with a bruise and seemed to be in bad shape.