With every fight, Kazuya has always remained calm. What is there to fear? He has not met anybody who could match his strength yet. But for the first time in his life, he felt distressed. Just now when he tried to land a blow on Ereland, the man easily evaded him and Kazuya felt the sweat falling from his face. He suddenly felt exhausted.
"So, this is the extent of your strength? Such sluggish movements," Ereland said mockingly.
Sluggish? Kazuya turned to the man, a mocking smile, and dark eyes. Before Kazuya could say anything, his body felt heavy - the weapon in his hands too seemed to increase weight. Just walking was incredibly tricky. Kazuya was usually not the type of person who got worked up but seeing Ereland's expression irritated him. That mocking look, it reminded him of the very same people who made his life miserable before — the very same people who derived him of his emotions and freedoms.
