"Yes, sure you do. How about this? Why don't you try fighting my granddaughter, Luna?" Axel glanced at the girl, who seemed to be the same age as him.
"She teaches these students the ways of the sword. I'm old, and my strength is not the same as before. So, the admission of my students has to be meticulously chosen by my successor."
Luna only looked at him. She could be considered a beauty compared to other girls Axel had met. Luna had long, black, inky hair tied in a ponytail. Her eyes were as blue as the deep ocean. She had pale white skin with a small face and wore a black jumpsuit that seemed loose on her.
"Luna, give him a wooden sword," the old man instructed.
Axel protested, "You want us to fight with swords, right? But I haven't held a sword before."
His words sounded like a small child whining. The old man only scoffed and shook his head.
"Just fight the best you can. We don't require you to defeat her anyway. So do your best."
