Cyril knew even before the man who could be called his teacher answered. That the one before him was not Guren. Even if he looked like Guren and acted exactly like him.
He took the sword from its scabbard. He gripped the hilt so tightly that he could feel the pain in his own palm. "Who are you?" he asked in a threatening tone. By questioning the identity of the man before him, he also let it be known that he was quite capable of slashing if no answer was given.
"You can't be fooled by this figure, can you? Who is he? You know him very well. I chose this figure by chance when I read your memories upon entering this room!" Mist enveloped Guren's body, and seconds later, the figure that was Guren turned into Van. "Can I look like this old friend of mine?"
