Coach smiled to himself, though it didn't show on his face.
"Your assistance came just in time, thank God." The priest had finished his repairs, changed into a new set of regular clothes, and walked up to the withered coach, making a bow after he spoke.
"Let's go." Upon hearing these words, Coach glanced at the priest but couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
It seemed that, in the priest's view, God was the one who had sent him to save himself, so the first thanks went to God, and only then to him.
After all these years, that annoying habit had not changed.
"Have you already mastered wielding this sword?" The priest looked at the sword in Coach's hand, his eyes focused.
"Yes, exactly." Coach symbolically swung the sword, "It's the Genesis Strange Story, so there's nothing in this world that could be harder, sharper, and stronger than this."
"Indeed." The priest nodded and looked away.
