Talon frowned.
Two minutes have passed since the tenth match between the Fallen Sword Prince and the C-ranker, Genevieve, began.
Yet, no one had scored.
The instructor couldn't help but be disappointed at Daru, who suddenly shifted to an aggressive fighting style this time.
There have been more than twenty chances for him to score a point.
But after inconsistent yet brilliant setups, he wouldn't strike at the opening he created, proceeding to aim at other, illogical spots instead that would allow Genevieve to recover.
'Maybe this was why he usually stuck to a defensive, counter-heavy fighting style?' was the only explanation Talon could think of.
It was like that one time he was teased over and over again by his wife in bed, and the urge to coach Daru to attack at the openings the young man had so excellently created was intensifying by the second.
