Edgan, who leaned his back to the tree, showed Mel the shining full moon. The burly young man was standing over his friend, and his shadow was reaching beyond the garden wall.
"How amazing, isn't it?"
Edgan's charismatic facial features were impressive under the moonlight. It was as if the moon had risen that night just to illuminate him.
"Yes, at its best form!"
Mel had the same idea as his friend. The magic of the silver plate in the sky was alluring him too.
"Since no one can prevent the moon from turning to a full moon from a fragile crescent moon, nobody will be able to prevent me from becoming the world's number one martial artist!"
Edgan became silent after his words featuring great self-confidence. Mel didn't know why his friend was saying these words, and he didn't seem to ask why. They spent some more quiet time in the garden, then moved to the part of the house reserved for fighting training and went to sleep.
