Asher simply watched them leave. He didn't try to stop them, as he could practically feel the fighting spirit that had suddenly ignited within all of them. Too bad things would never go their way, because with his brain and Perfect Muscle Memory, Asher was confident he could match and surpass anything any of them came up with. Whether it was something based on skill, precision, memory, or pure adaptability, he had complete confidence in himself.
He simply rose and walked to the door, escorting them out before closing it the moment they all left. He sighed. He had canceled his training so they could hang out, only for them to leave almost immediately.
'I guess that means more training time for me. No sleeping tonight. I will be training until five hours before the gala,' he thought to himself as he walked towards the center of the room.
