"Drake?!" Ansel yelled, seeing a familiar figure also valiantly dealing with the mob.
When Garan 'smuggled' him into the special forces training grounds, Drake was one of the people he was thrown to. The guy's training was very harsh and his entire body would be dead tired by nighttime.
Later, Ansel found it was because he looked too feminine and Drake happened to have a great (emphasis: great) weakness against 'beautiful women'.
Ansel was offended at first, but then he learned to take advantage of that by acting like a sissy, and Drake couldn't wait to escape from him—successfully lightening up his load. Hehe. He was a genius even at that age.
It had already been a few years though, he heard that Drake had already retired.
The man raised an eyebrow looking him up and down as he slashed, giving him a nod in the end. This was all done as he got rid of several monsters using his weapon.
