"You...! Treat this duel seriously, damn it!"
Grazio gritted his teeth and growled, clenching his fists around the training sword's grip.
"...sir Victureo... I am the only person here who treats it seriously..."
Zoemi glared at his opponent and when their eyes met the red-haired boy was the one to break the eye contact almost immediately.
Those dead eyes could bring chills to people much braver than the red-haired son of a general.
"This is your chance, sir Victureo. I promise not to touch anything besides the practice sword in your hands – I will admit defeat immediately if I break my word."
Zoemi declared again, taking a proper stance with the training sword in front of him.
"...you...! HIAH!"
