"Don't you want to end this already?" Killian panted as he narrowly dodged the kunai, missing him by a hair's breadth. It had been about twenty minutes since the fight began.
While that might not sound like a long time, in battle, it was an eternity. Maintaining focus, thinking of ways to counter and attack for a full twenty minutes, all while exerting every ounce of physical strength...
Killian had started to sweat profusely, and keeping his breath steady had become a challenge. If he still had access to mana, he wouldn't be in this condition.
The worst part was that the boy didn't seem tired at all! This was what truly irked Killian. The kid wasn't even breaking a sweat.
Their bodies were so illogical. The boy barely looked twelve, but everything about him aside from his appearance suggested he was an elite warrior—without even relying on mana.
