"That's impossible. Forget it." Krune shook his head, ignoring Mon-Tu-Casha as he completed his bow before staring at the 8th Generation God King with calm, almost dead eyes, "Do I need to address you as…"
"That's unnecessary." The 8th Generation God King interjected. "I'm only helping you because of the circumstances. I'll do everything in my power to strengthen you. However, that's all. I'll never address you as my disciple. Even I'm not capable of setting aside my hatred to this extent."
"Alright, let's start training immediately," Krune said, getting up, unwilling to waste his time.
"But first, the two of them must fight," Zoitan-Kutang said all of a sudden, sporting a gentle smile, her eyes alternating between Krune and Mon-Tu-Casha. "Show us your abilities. With that, if we think of any good idea, we too can pitch in."
"Honestly, all of us wish to see how far the eighth generation could go in this fight."
