In the midst of the desert, a man in a dark cloak, thick black hair, and deep green eyes lay in the snow. His look was emaciated, but there was a contented smile on his face.
"You said I'd have to use 50% of my energy in an hour, right?" Wain muttered while looking at the sun, "Huh, I managed that in fucking forty minutes! I bet you couldn't even imagine that!"
"Well, maybe you were a little faster than I thought, but that doesn't mean anything. There's no need to get cocky. What's more, you're lucky to have such an incredible sword as I do. Even Ascendant Rating swords could hardly withstand the amount of energy you use, they'd just disintegrate into little pieces." Gladius uttered in a serious voice while swaying from side to side.
"Huh, maybe you're right, but I'm not going to stop there anyway." Wain muttered as he looked around.
