The first time Lyle remembers being furious was when he fought against Yurirl and lost. Although the quiet boy with short hair and a beauty mark didn't rub it in his face, it was the greatest humiliation for the young genius.
"Let's fight again," said Yurirl with a sincere expression, as if winning against Lyle gave him no satisfaction, only a light exercise to help hone his skills. As a result, Lyle was furious, and a gale of wind stormed the courtyard.
Before the young him could do something he would regret, Zonas Mantra stepped out from the shabby house and smacked his head with a wooden sword. The gale dissipated, and Lyle shouted in pain as he fell to the ground.
"What do you intend to do with that?" asked Zonas with his white, calm eyes. Even though he was the one in pain, Lyle was the one being punished. "Are you that much of a sore loser, Lyle?"
