"You can take it… my sword"
Hans couldn't believe what he had just heard…
He intended to ask for something that would help him grow a little stronger… not something as precious as that sword.
"Are… are you serious?"
The man replied without a hint of a doubt:
"I've never been more serious"
The young man still couldn't wrap his head around it…
"Why are you giving this to me? I'm not even a knight, I'm a mage"
"Calling yourself a mage is underestimating your potential… even though right now my strength is similar to that of a C rank, my senses remain the same as they were when I was at my peak.
Your body… isn't that of a mage, I can also tell by the way you walk, and by your stance… you have trained your sword skills, even though it's quite faint…"
'What the hell…. How can he tell something like that even while barely keeping his eyes open?'
