Simon looked at the sword that landed a few inches in front of his foot with an ugly expression behind his mask.
'Life is truly full of surprises. Who would have expected that I'd asked to use a sword when I'm here to learn how to use my fists?'
He released a tired sigh and slowly shook his head.
Instructor Ormon saw this and tilted his head slightly with a light frown.
"What's the problem?"
Simon looked at the instructor with a calm expression.
"Can I ask why you want me to use a sword? I'm here to learn how to fight with my fists, claws, legs, and body. Not a sword."
Ormon narrowed his eyes and a tinge of surprise could be seen in his eyes.
He looked at the sword on the ground, and his eyes flickered with confusion.
"Considering how you fight like an elite swordsman at your age, I was very sure that you loved the sword and that even if you had never touched a sword before, you'll feel a natural connection with a sword."
"Was I wrong?"
