Chapter 53: Rejected Justice
After figuring things out, Brown stood up and turned to walk toward the rack holding the wooden practice swords.
Veins throbbed fiercely on his forehead, and his voice was laced with a chilling intent.
"Soren, I feel that merely grasping the momentum of a blade might not be profound enough."
"It seems I really should let you experience it firsthand for it to truly sink in."
"With your talent, I think this suits you much better."
Soren, kneeling on the floor, swallowed hard.
*Oh shit, did this old bastard figure it out? No way, there's no way...*
Chapter 53