[Ren Hilton's POV.]
[Five minutes later.]
I looked at Aron, who held my fist right in front of his face with both hands.
'He has really gotten stronger than last time,' I thought. Last time, the guy couldn't even stand straight with a bit of force, but now he could withhold his feet properly.
For some reason, I felt irritated. I still do. I grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the room.
His face—at least the visible part outside the mask—was clearly red as he gasped for air. I gradually released my punch's strength, but immediately felt Aron twisting my arm a bit, so I charged it up again until he backed off completely.
There was a long pause before he spoke, "Why did you do that?" he questioned.
"You're annoying," I answered almost right off the bat.
He looked at me while his hand was still shaky and breathing heavily, "You too," he pointed at me.
