The young man wasn't a person that Leonel had interacted with before. He had an unassuming build, but his gaze was extraordinarily sharp, sharper than any Leonel had ever seen before.
Among the youths here, he was one of the very few who didn't have a single scratch on him despite the sheer violence and carnage of the previous battle. There was no doubt that this person was highly skilled, extraordinarily so.
From what Leonel could tell, this young man was also a person of very few words. The stronger his King's Might and Dream Force became, not to mention his soul, the better he was at reading people. For this young man to come out and say something, it was definitely something that was very important, at least to him.
"That bow," the young man repeated, seemingly not perturbed by Leonel's silence, "how is it in your possession?"
