"Friday sounds good." Isamu smiled. He was sore, but he was still standing. It could have been worse, he supposed. The important part was that he'd made it through and Raphael was still willing to train him.

He was tempted to ask if he could just drop to the floor and take a nap, though. If it had been cleaner, he might have. He'd just crash once he got him.

"So, do I have to call you 'Master Raph' now?"