"I'd never thought I'd see the day when some of the most elite mercenary leaders in Euroasia would gather to have a picnic in the countryside," Heinz chuckled as he passed a can of beer to a middle-aged man that had a scar on his left cheek.
"It's because your Young Maste dangled a bait that was too hard to resist," Leon Schwarz, the leader of the Zweihander mercenary group said with a smile. "Seeing our own Young Master, and Young Miss, use their awakened powers to beat up my elite subordinates made me feel old."
Heinz patted the shoulder of his friend and longtime competitor in an amicable manner.
"Times are changing old friend," Heinz commented. "The new will always replace the old. Both of us are just relics of the past."
"Are you telling me to retire?"
"Of course not. But, maybe it's time for you to find a nursing home that will take care of you."
"Tsk, you're still the same, you old bastard."
