A certain memory flashed before Lucas's eyes.
"You are a weird guy. Weirdest among all the people I know."
"Huh! Thanks! But what did I do?"
"This isn't praise."
"Instead of having the typical talent in weapons like other people have, you have a knack for weird things."
"Now what do you mean?"Lucas spoke in a heavy voice while panting heavily.
Harris squinted his eyes at Lucas who lay on the floor with a rough breathing.
"When it comes to mastering things, you lack but you can learn enough skills quickly to be at a usable level that can be used during the fight and you have a knack for copying."
"I don't."Lucas refuted.
"No, you do. You try to imitate others when you fall short."
After hearing his words, Lucas remembered his early days when he didn't know anything and tried to copy other moves.
