Once again my father's words inspired me. I walked to the corner where Carl was practicing. My eyes fell on the red head guy, his hair colour was just like his mind, blazing fire, always burning him and others.
I waited silently for him to finish. However, he didn't stop even though a lot of time passed.
"Ha ha"
"Hwing hwing" the sound of his sword cutting the air and his shouts were reverberating in the air.
I was hesitant when I found that he didn't show any sign of stopping although he was soaked with sweat. Though I knew him for a long time, he did not look friendly at all in the morning.
'What should I do? should I just leave'
When I turned back, I suddenly heard something dropping. When I looked back in a hurry, I noticed a familiar sword rolling on the floor. I was startled and stopped because the boy looking at the sword was very strange to me.
"Damn it."
The boy kicked the ground nervously and lay on the ground.
