A smirk graced his lips, the hairy moustache of his rising upwards in a gesture that could sparke annoyance in the eyes of the beholder - as he looked down at all the gathered newbloods - his disciples...Master Zamian's new claw.
"What did you say? Training...already done?" Even his voice had that mockery, as if deliberately baiting his disciple into saying something offensive.
But the receipent of the question - Aeris, wasn't dumb enough to not realise it and thus, with a strong presence of mind was able to control his mouth for that moment.
"I said you before and I shall say you again - Don't compare our claw, our members and our progress with any other claws. Is that understood?"
Another boy whose father had been a Sihapi himself, asked in return. "Keeping that aside Master, why the hell are the others and their Masters leaving the training hall already? Most importantly, why are we still here?!"
