Klaus felt the weight of his words as he stepped down from the podium. His small speech, though brief, carried a sense of gravity that he hadn't expected. Greed, the mischievous spirit bound to him, had dared him to make such a bold statement, promising to teach him a powerful footwork technique in return. Klaus had risen to the challenge, and now, as he returned to his place among the trainees, he felt a strange mixture of pride and anticipation.
Rick, their instructor, could no longer contain his excitement. He strode over to Klaus, placing a hand on his shoulder, his voice booming with enthusiasm. "Yes, he is right! He is a mountain you must all strive to climb. You're all around the same age as him, but Klaus has already reached the level of a Swordmaster. Can you even imagine how impressive that is? The term 'genius' feels inadequate to describe his achievement."
