Edward's words were full of pain as he spoke. His heart ached, but defeat had taught him that his pride was worthless. A loss was still a loss!
"No matter how unrealistic our dreams are, that guy has no right to criticize it! That's what I think!" Anabelle responded vehemently.
There was no way she would acknowledge the sneer of someone who didn't know how hard she had worked to get to where she was.
Edward had mellowed out, but her annoyance had only increased.
"You're right…" Edward spoke weakly.
He still didn't agree with Jared's actions. However, the weak could do nothing but feel awe for the strong. It was the same for Edward. Jared's swordsmanship and fluid motion with the blade had left an impression on the heart of the young swordsman. He couldn't bring himself to hate the one who had been his opponent.
A gentle smile formed on his face as he remembered Jared's last words to him.
"Who taught me Martial Arts, eh?"
