Toby doesn't know much about Sylas. He only arrived at the Corleone family a few months ago, and he didn't particularly take an interest in him. However, he had heard rumors that Sylas showed genius-level achievements in various fields. He was now feeling the truth of that rumor deeply.
Sylas displayed his extraordinary talent even under criticism.
"Put your feet down. Can't you stand straight?"
"...!"
Toby's body trembled as he raised one leg and pressed his forehead against the ground. His whole body was numb, and it felt like he would collapse the moment he relaxed. Of course, if that happened, something even more painful would follow. No matter how hard it was, he had no choice but to endure it.
'Why on earth am I so exhausted?'
Toby had wielded a sword on the battlefield all day long before. He had enough stamina to withstand just about anything. But Sylas's criticism quickly drained all that energy.
"Hey, Toby."
