"I lost."
The Weapon Master admitted calmly, with a relieved smile on his face:
"I never expected that this day would come so soon."
Ron sheathed his sword and stood, bowing slightly: "I feel very honored to have defeated you."
"No need to be modest, young man."
Aksa stepped forward, a hint of satisfaction surprisingly in his fierce eyes:
"Your progress has far exceeded my expectations. Last time we fought, you were barely satisfactory, but now, you stand at the threshold of true strength."
A sense of indescribable achievement surged in Ron's heart.
Once, Aksa was an existence in his eyes that could easily kill him in an instant, but now, he could defeat the other just with swordsmanship.
"Actually, there's something I didn't get to tell you last time," Aksa suddenly said, his tone growing heavy.
Ron scratched his arm, feeling a bit itchy as he'd stayed longer than last time, as if... he was about to grow scales.
