"Hey hey, what happened? Can't go on after just five minutes? I only used one pinkie to attack you, and even 'Providence' was given to you for fairness sake."
The black-haired, red-eyed boy looked down, his indifferent tone addressing the paralyzed Roland laying on the ground, it was almost like he was talking to himself.
He casually spoke while carrying an unusual black longsword.
"Five minutes... plus 12 seconds!"
As if his lungs were on fire, Roland, incapacitated on the ground, complained as though he was spitting blood:
"For goodness sake, at least remember the time correctly, stop rounding it off!"
He had practically gambled with his life, continuously training to earn those 12 seconds of progress, only to be ignored because it was a nuisance to the other person, it seemed too much.
Regardless, he vented his annoyance.
"You even used 'Shrinking Ground'!!!"
"'Shrinking Ground'? Are you mistaken, calling something of that level Shrinking Ground?"
