"Graouh. (Just so you know, my Cranberry is set on taking over the world using the system.) Graough! (Your dream isn't even in the same realm!) Graough. (But you get a passing grade for trying.)"
The eternal servant laughed with his head up high.
"Graough. (Alright, the chat over, try to hit me again.) Graough...? (Maybe try thrusting...?)"
But almost instantly he stopped and pushed his hand forward to demonstrate the suggestion.
"Oh? Are we actually going to do some real training?"
Roan's eyes lighted up.
"Graough? (Huh? I'm not acquainted with any weapon other than the high-heels, though?)
Zombie only tilted his head in utter confusion.
The blue undead was lent to the prince as a training dummy, not a tutor. What was he supposed to teach the prince? How to get hit or how to use a strong kick to outspeed even the highest level charge and match blink? Or maybe cut monsters and people in two using just the high-hills?
