"You are weak," Sharik's words reverberated, a proclamation of superiorit like a palpable challenge. His confident eyes mirrored the certainty in his voice, leaving no room for doubt about the authenticity of his instincts.
But, there must be a miss in his instincts.
'He's just a newborn dog,' Clarke thought, a subtle smile playing on his lips. 'I admit that he's probably strong, but it must only be at a level stronger than the average commoner since he's a knight raised in a noble environment.'
Clarke smiled, now taking out her sword from its sheath, 'Well, compared to me, I'm undoubtedly stronger. Experience is my advantage!'
Upon entering the secunda class, Clarke realized one thing,
