After Vicente said he was Cesar, Benson was silent momentarily, seeing that it all made sense.
'Indeed. Their skills are identical! But while Vice uses his forging skill, Cesar does it by killing his opponents! I hadn't thought about the possibilities of his skills in combat!' He pondered, realizing he had neglected to look closely at what had happened in Millfall.
He had been so busy at the forge, thinking of ways to outdo himself, especially his great rival, that he hadn't noticed something so simple.
'Come to think of it, with one exception, whenever Vice was "traveling," Cesar was in town! Only the last few weeks have neither of them been in Millfall!' Benson clenched his fists, determined to leave his forge for a while to interact with the local powers.
"I see. So you're him." He murmured after a minute's thought. "What should I call you then?"
