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/Fwoosh…/
After his conversation with Qrubin was over, Dale left the underground room through a portal and returned to the top of the abandoned tower.
"..."
'*Are you still upset?*'
"... No. I'm glad even." He replied after he took a deep breath
'What's even the point in getting angry?'
'*Isn't that right?*'
"We need to move on now. Train… And train a bit more."
'We're not strong enough yet.'
'*I wouldn't say that. We're decently strong.*'
'*If we take the absolute pinnacle of the Corps, as we are now, unskilled and untrained, with a purely robust body and bast energies... We should be comparable to a Vice Division Commander like the second-in-command Sarferato often talked about in the past.*'
'May his Soul rest in peace. One of the few given the privilege to die of old age...'
'*... But it's evident we aren't in optimal condition… Although, have we ever been like that?*'
