Daniel and Wendy stood before Freud and the Sect Elder, the former with a calm face, while the latter's cheeks were flushed him embarrassment after her loss. She had looked down on Daniel, and that led to her defeat.
The elder examined the both of them for a minute before he spoke.
"Wendy, you made the mistake of thinking Daniel was weak, just because of the way he looked. His words of not judging a book by its cover was quite apt." The man rubbed his chin. "But, you fought well." He nodded at her. "Go back and think on this spar. You might learn a thing or two from this experience."
"That you, elder." She bowed before leaving. When she left, the elder turned to Daniel.
"Daniel... You did not mention to me that you were already a Pseudo-Sword Initiate." The man eyed Daniel with a critical gaze.
"I intended on doing so, but the situation wasn't exactly in my control." Daniel rubbed the back of his neck.
