Shang nodded. He had waited for this examination for way too long.
Soran answered with a nod of his own and turned towards Mervin. "Mervin, you're the sword instructor. Could you get us a fitting opponent for Shang? You know how examinations work."
Mervin nodded and wanted to stand up but stopped. "Shang? That's his name?" he asked.
"That's at least what he wrote onto the form," Soran said as he waved one of the forms around.
Mervin shot a weird glance at Shang.
"Weird name, kid," he said before leaving.
Viera only snorted, showing that she didn't like what Mervin had just said.
Soran only awkwardly looked at Shang. "You have to excuse Mervin. He's an old but very capable teacher. As you might have noticed, he always speaks his mind."
"No, he's right," Shang said. "Shang is a weird name."
Soran's face transformed into a representation of confusion.
That was not the answer he had expected.
