As Amelia slowly walked towards him with a wooden sword held in each hand, his thoughts wandered.
'I've fought against the black cat guy a few months ago and he was way faster than Arthur. Even then, I was unable to fight this old man properly... there's more to his awakened ability, or he's just... I don't know. Maybe all of this is just the effect of experience?'
He then took the wooden sword and watched Amelia give the other one to her father.
"Hey, I've fought a guy who's faster than you and held my ground to an extent, but even though I can keep up with you, I'm unable to beat you. Is there a reason for that?"
Arthur raised his eyebrow slightly and then smirked, "When two people fight, they not only use their bodies but also their minds. I've been born with the talent to predict what the person in front of me is thinking.
