Otabek smiled, leaning into his hand. "You're going to keep setting records." He wanted, so badly to bring the gold back home, but he also was glad to see his friend set records. He wanted to see how far this soldier he remembered from when he was younger progressed.

He finished his coffee, and worked on another of the cookies. They were dwindling down, as well. The girl returned and poured him another cup almost immediately.

"I am happy with my choice to train here. I don't know if I could have continued improving where I was."