"Come on, attack me," Raphael ordered Lisa and Irma, who stood silently in front of him. In their hands, there were silver and beige swords.
They looked at each other. Doubt flashed across their face.
"I heard you all were enthusiastic about Julian's class and weren't afraid to fight him. Where did it go?" he asked as two students did not move from their place.
Of course, they were afraid. Raphael and Columba had defeated the previous disciple ruthlessly. The fight didn't even last three minutes.
"You want me to attack first?" he asked again. "But if you can't parry or hold it, there'll be an extra class on the weekend."
That was the threat to make students tremble. An extra class on the weekend was not a good thing. It was like they made a mistake going forward or backward. What should they do?
Raphael sighed heavily. Why were the students in his class so scared?
