[System Alert]
High-ranked presence detected
Power classification: RED
Estimation: S or above
'Of course it is.'
The man blinked finally. Then smiled. Small. Not cold, not warm. Just… polite.
Lucen didn't smile back.
Gen walked up next to him, holding a practice sword. "You want me to go talk to him now?"
"No. I want you to pretend we didn't see anything."
"I'm not great at pretending."
"Then you'll love getting benched for picking a fight with someone above our pay grade."
"I was gonna be diplomatic."
Lucen looked at him.
Gen sighed. "Okay, fine. Passive-aggressive."
The white-haired man stepped forward once. Not fast. Just enough to close ten feet.
Lucen turned his back to the field. "Let's wrap up for today."
"What? You serious?"
"Yup."
Gen looked over his shoulder. "He's still coming."
Lucen grabbed his sword and tucked it over his back. "I know."
