However, before I could reply, a man's boisterous voice erupted from the distance. "Hey, isn't that the new super rookie?! Devil was the name, I believe... I thought he had the hots for Wrath, but that should be Blade if I'm not wrong! Man, what a playboy!"
I didn't like his tone; he sounded overly arrogant. Without even spending a single moment conversing with him, I already knew trouble was on the horizon.
The man followed his shout up by striding confidently toward us.
His snow-white hair was tied back into a braid, and he had piercing blue eyes, while his attire was that of a traditional martial robe, open at the chest to arrogantly reveal a muscled chest.
As he stopped a few paces away, he crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side, visibly sizing me up. His stance was relaxed, but there was an unmistakable tension in the air. It felt like he was ready to lunge at a moment's notice.
