"You guys have finally mastered every move included in the technique," Old Man James said with a cheerful smile.
Standing before him were Ragnar and Noah, drenched in sweat, breathing raggedly.
It was the mid hours of the afternoon, and the sun still beat down harshly on their bodies.
"The Starving Sword Dance, I developed this technique solely in my prime and also at my darkest moments of life," Old Man James narrated.
"I was in my late twenties when I was sent on a mission to a distant town. On my way there, deep inside a vast forest, I was set upon by a pack of ferocious horned wolves. At that moment, I overestimated my strength and underestimated my enemies', thinking I could fight and defeat them," he continued, shaking his head in regret over his mistakes.
