Richard stood completely rooted to the spot, stunned by the casual description Damian had just given for the legendary Headmaster.
'What the fuck!? Is that how you should be addressing your own master!?'
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this kid's complete lack of reverence.
After recovering from his shock, Richard cleared his throat.
"Yes, well... that 'old man' is one of the most powerful individuals in the entire Federation and has trained countless elite warriors over his long career. But yes, that's him."
He took another long drag from his cigar.
"So, Damian... what exactly happened tonight? Those injuries on your students looked pretty serious. Some combat-related trauma, Aura burns, broken bones. That's not the kind of damage you get from Academy sparring."
Damian's expression didn't change at all.
"We just had an accident. Training exercise went a bit wrong. You know how it is."
The lie was so blatant, so obvious, that it was almost insulting.
