While Harold was rushing toward the instructor, his foot suddenly slipped, and he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.
A stunned silence followed — brief, but absolute — before reality snapped back into place.
"What the hell was that? I was expecting something crazy from him, too, like Derek," Paul whispered to Mia, leaning closer.
"Same," Mia murmured back. "He even learned the Bloodmoon Rampage technique. Sure, he can only use it at night, but just learning that technique means he has to be a genius. I thought he'd at least put on a decent fight…"
Even the instructor looked momentarily taken aback. Out of everything he'd expected… that certainly wasn't it.
Harold slowly pushed himself back to his feet, dusting off his knees. He dropped into a fighting stance with a calm expression again, and then dashed forward and threw a punch.
It was… painfully clumsy.
