"I'll show you how it's done, boy," Victor said as he walked over to the stand where the wooden swords were.
Bel clenched the sword in his fist, annoyed. "I want to see what you've got, old man."
The hunter kept his confident smile, which only made Bel angrier. It was clear that the young man was not used to being challenged or mocked, especially in such a direct and dismissive manner. Bel was a member of the respected Selvarum family, and his father, Bel Selvarum the First, had been a great warrior in the Triad War thirty years ago, so it was normal that no one would mess with him.
However, Victor saw these characteristics as an opportunity to create a certain dynamic between them from the beginning. He wasn't just there to be a fencing instructor; he was there to be a mentor, someone who could shape not only Bel's skills but also his character.
