“Don't you get it? There's something you still lack, young one."
Josiah didn't like hearing those words, but after witnessing the difference of power between him and the old man, he couldn't exactly protest.
“Who are you? How can't I use my sword? What exactly is going on here?"
“As I said, I am a former employee of Mirild."
Josiah was far less suspicious of his words after witnessing him fight.
'The form is indeed very similar to Thomas'. The way they both fight is the spitting image of each other, but Thomas never went that hard. Was he holding himself…? I thought I was getting close to beating him on our spars. This all suddenly feels like a big lie.'
“You asked why you couldn't manage your sword properly. This should be obvious. Look at the wound on your right shoulder."
“What a
