An Extra’s POV

'T-this guy…!'

Fernand felt a burning rage course through his veins as he looked at the man who stood just a few meters from him.

'He has the audacity to show me his back?!'

Fernand already knew he was strong, wasn't this bordering on the line of hubris?

'I was caught off guard when he sent that pulsating attack that created distance between us.'

Still, that didn't give the fool a license to let his guard down in front of a powerful opponent.

Fernand knew he certainly wasn't going to be hit by that attack again.

'So why is he being so lax? Is he that confident in his victory? Or is he just a foolish youth who doesn't know his place?'

Fernand was willing to bet on the latter.

'It seems he hasn't experienced the ultimate disgrace—not like I have. He doesn't know there are bigger fish in this world.'

There was always someone stronger.

As a warrior, that realization had driven him to hone his strength and work even harder to reach his determined destination.

For many, though, this realization often came with despair.

They could never truly be the strongest since there was always going to be someone who was more talented or skilled that would surpass the strongest.

He experienced this when he was the Head Warrior and was bested by a Warrior within his ranks.

Back then, he had lost in every sense of the word—a fact that he wasn't willing to accept until he finally reflected on everything.

He was weaker than the current Head Warrior. He knew that.

After his disgrace, he remained in the Royal Estate in an attempt to regain his position, but nothing worked.

No matter how hard he trained, or how much work he put in, Brutus was always stronger.

He struggled against the tides so much that he began to sink so deep.

That was when an Epiphany hit him.

'There are some opponents you just can't surpass.'

than try fruitlessly to do so, attention

place where you could

purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the

to the rank

Fernand knew

to

had to

now that I've finally made it this far… I won't be stopped

glared at the man

wanted to fight as a warrior, but it seems you simply want

Skills

room

Blade]. [Swift Mind].

the four Skills that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a deadly force

his weapon and mind move at such fast rates that time seemed

very fast even in

moving very fast too, it would be too fast for any eye to

[Elevate] that improved his physical abilities so that they could match his mind and weapon's speed… made him

to be evaded or

truly

powerful and dense energy—Mana that had been compressed

energy that

on his side, he could easily cut down a nobody that

'Die for your foolishness.'

him and his target in one breath, his blade

have defenses, I'll cut them all

true nature

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy

had definitely been heavier and faster than ever

added

how… why was this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

in the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes

His calm voice echoed

wasn't in slow

was perceiving

was that? We're his Skills not working?

of those

answer was very simple,