"Young master, if you put so much force into the attack, you are going to injure yourself." The knights almost jumped back feeling the force of Rowan.
He could not understand what happened to the child. Most of the time he was a docile kid with a meek personality. But today he was ferocious like a wounded beast.
"But the class will end if any of us will lose."
"..." Did it even matter when the class would end?
Before he could understand his words, Rowan attacked again. He was still holding a wooden sword, but its force had increased a lot.
The knight was left trembling when it grazed his clothes and left a small scratch on his perfect face.
"I quit. You do not need to be such a violent young master." Rowan did not spare a word or glance.
Once the word quit echoed in the room. He placed the sword back on the table and turned to leave the room.
