"Alright, alright! Let's start, Senior," Razeal said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, eyes gleaming as if he was about to open a treasure chest.
The old man took a few steps closer but then as if thinking of something, without a word turned around and placed his sword gently on a nearby rock, as if declaring he wouldn't be needing it.
Razeal blinked, watching the sword being left behind like it held no importance.
He put the sword down... That tiny action somehow stung more than it should have. He knew he was weak but the old man didn't even consider using a weapon to teach. It felt dismissive. Humbling. Bitter, even.
Sighh. He just sighed.
