In the meantime, the combat on the field had little effect on him as he walked the halls of Alderan Academy. Denis's back finger was bloody from hitting the wall so often.
The score was 1-0 for Varis. He mean, the jackass has a decent sword, but that's about it. It was sheer luck that caused Denis's weapon to shatter. Though he was conscious of his father's observation. He was well aware that his dad was not a fan of defeat.
"If you want to keep the family name, you should stop acting like that. Even if your weaponry are superior, you still manage to lose. How is Tmthat?"
His father's voice reverberated down the empty hall. Even from across the hallway, Denis could make out the distant gaze of frigid disdain. His father's hateful reaction to his defeats was evident in his eyes.
The idea of going there exhausts Denis, so he doesn't even bother. His father waved him off, even though he saw what was coming. If he waved at him once, that was still a directive for him to proceed.
