Silas observed from a distance as Edmund underwent training under Victor's guidance. The young boy's confidence was palpable, echoing loudly despite the initial whispers of his supposed lack of skill. Silas couldn't help but notice the contradiction – here was someone who, by all accounts, should have been unskilled, yet carried himself with an unwavering air of assurance.
As Victor imparted knowledge and honed Edmund's abilities, Silas couldn't help but be intrigued by the paradoxical nature of the situation. Despite any perceived lack of skill, Edmund's confidence seemed to defy the expectations placed upon him. It was as if his ego soared far beyond what his actual proficiency might suggest.
"Was he like this when you arrived?" Silas asked Calix who was doing some light bag work in the corner of the room.
"Yep. Caught me off guard as well."
"It makes me uneasy."
