"Y-Young Master, I mean no offense."
Ma-Sung took another step back and started scolding himself in his heart.
He knew how strange this brat's temperament was since he had always accompanied him from a young age, yet he still went and said something so idiotic.
The one thing that Yuji hated most was when those he deemed unqualified to face his sword looked down on him.
When Ma-Sung inferred that he needed his protection, he did exactly that.
Suddenly, Yuji's terrifying Sword Aura retracted back into his body. However, instead of feeling relief, Ma-Sung's breath hitched in his throat. His pupils then constricted to pin-sized needles when he saw a thin golden light appear in the void in front of Yuji.
Without any signs, Yuji had unsheathed his sword and slashed at Ma-Sung before sheathing it back. His speed was so fast it was imperceptible to the human eyes.
