The young boy sat at the table with a restrained look on his face.
Not only was his back as straight as a rod, but his face also was strained.
Standing at attention in the sweltering heat, cross-country armed, raising an assault rifle with three brick weights, aiming at a target 100 meters away, dodging the increasing speed of the Blade Wings — adding another one doesn't feel as nervous as he is now.
Due to his tension, his chronic stomachache seemed to re-emerge, beads of cold sweat traced down his cheeks.
The reason for Roland's extreme tension sat directly across from him – a girl with high-end tea.
