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"You piece of shit."
The Ben Fireheart froze for a moment, unsure if he had heard correctly. The insult hung in the heated air like a spark ready to ignite something worse.
"What did you just say, Young Master?" he asked, his tone incredulous.
"…Haa." Davis Fireheart let out a long sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. "Why am I always bothered by idiots when I just want a quiet life? I don't need fame, I don't need status. I just want to live in peace—so why the hell won't you all leave me alone?"
Swoosh!
A hot gust rippled through the training grounds. The air shimmered as Davis's Mana flared, the ground beneath him cracking faintly from the pressure. The heat was suffocating, like standing too close to the heart of a forge.
"Lord Second Elder."
The Second Elder turned, startled by the sharpness in Davis's voice. "What is it?"
"May I start the duel?"
