After watching Renard getting slammed into the ground for the umpteenth time, Alex finally turned to face Charles.
"Renard is like a clump of iron," Alex answered. "He is currently formless, so he needs to undergo certain experiences before he can become who he is meant to be. And the only way for him to learn is to face obstacles repeatedly. It's like how a blacksmith forges the finest swords."
"… That's a good way to say that he needs a good beating," Charles commented. "But are you sure that you're not enjoying this, Alex?"
"Of course not!" Alex exclaimed, looking deeply offended. "I simply care about his personal growth. I'm his Club President after all."
"Oh? Then you should stop smiling so widely whenever Renard disappears into a cloud of dust. You're convincing no one when you act like this."
Alex coughed lightly, but the smile quickly reappeared once Renard made contact with the ground again.
