So, how was it? Did you see it?" the old man asked, his eyes glinting with something between pride and mischief.
"Ahh... well, it was ridiculous," Razeal answered honestly, still blinking in disbelief.
At his words, the old man simply clasped his hands behind his back, his already-bent spine curving further as he leaned back slightly.
"You might be the very first person to ever witness a strike like that and still be alive," the old man said, stroking his beard, his voice drifting into nostalgia. "Almost every person I tried to show my techniques to died within the first instant. That's why I never had any disciples."
Razeal coughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Well... I'm special, I guess," he muttered under his breath.
"So, did you learn anything?" the old man looked at him expectantly.
Razeal rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I... don't know," he said, honestly.
