When Rufus had first set off for the academy, he had dreamed of days full of glory and adventure. Ever since he had been born, he had often received only praise. Except for the core royalty, he was superior to all other Terrans in terms of talent.
As for those foreigners... how could they even compare to the mighty Terran warriors?
Even if they had equal stats and similar skills, the Terrans would always come out on top in frontal combat.
After all, they were the only ones who trained their children to fight from the age of three. Even if it was only physical training, it ensured that they had a grasp of combat skills far superior to their foreign peers.
Perhaps it was this overconfidence that had led him to make a grave mistake today. And in one fell swoop, his face had been wiped not only in front of those Lavinian scum, but also his fellow Terrans.
