"How the hell…"
"We've had this for years," explained Gregorio, addressing Arthur's shock. "All training in the Ainsworth household is done within this training ground. You should be grateful to me, considering I've let you inside a secret facility."
"You need me."
"You're cocky," replied Gregorio as a dangerous expression flashed across his face. He then let out a lighthearted chuckle. "I like cocky people. But make sure your cockiness doesn't affect the plan."
"It won't," replied Arthur calmly, observing the facility. "Where is my opponent?"
"Here," an unknown voice entered the crimson-eyed man's ears, causing him to turn around. From the entrance, a rather muscular man entered the facility. His expression displayed his arrogance.
His jawline was chiseled, and his green hair was slicked back. His pupils displayed a brown, caramel glow. He wore a rather loose, embroidered tunic. On his waist was a scabbard, in which a longsword was sheathed.
