Gawain Lenard was the greatest Sword Arts user in the whole Eastern Empire, he was arguably the greatest in the whole world during my time— although he always disputed this fact and claimed that there was someone who was greater than him.
But, most importantly… he was one of my closest friends. Unlike the many I associated with, he was a meathead who only thought with his fists. Still, he was smart enough to realize his limits since he didn't have any proficiency in Magic.
Perhaps that was one thing we had in common that brought us together… we were both Inept!
"Yo, Lewis!" The muscular beast of a man called out to me one day.
As usual, I was doing the most enjoyable thing one could find me engaged in late in the evening— studying.
"You should really let go of your books and do other things!"
Gawain had been pestering me for so very long on this very matter, but on this very day, he wouldn't let me off the hook no matter how much I whined about his persistence.
