On the back of the shortest line, there was a brawl and when a man with thicker arms than the others was able to escape the people's grasp, he was the one who was next in line.
"Ah, he's too strong!" some complained.
"Etor just keeps getting stronger and stronger every single day."
"We are too late on suppressing him."
"He eats a lot of Saint Tamya's soup and bread. She really is divine making us this strong."
Etor, the one who escaped the others was about to stand in line, "HAHA! Weaklings!" however, as he turned his head back, he suddenly saw a boy half his age.
"Eh?" his rough voice coupled with his haggard look was enough to scare the little kids away if they saw him.
"How did this kid get in front of me?!" he sharply murmured. He was sure that he was next in line and there was no other person that was about to race with him.
The crowd was too densely-packed that it was hard for anyone to notice the boy who just suddenly appeared. Only Etor was suspicious.
