It wasn’t just his eyes which changed.

  An unusual air wafted from the boy’s body as he returned back to his place. The attention of the trainees, who were focusing on their training, went back to Irene.

  It was strange.

  Occasionally they would ridicule Irene, but basically, Irene was the inconspicuous type.

  He was a little taller because he was older, and there was nothing that stood out about him other than his good appearance.

  However, he currently had a strange aura that drew attention, so they couldn’t help but be interested.

  Walk.

  Irene didn’t care.

  He raised his sword and closed his eyes.

  Breathing so quietly that no one could even hear him.

  “It isn’t invalid, but I’m more than happy to do it again.”


  Judith and Bratt were fighting over swordsmanship.

  Gradually, a gap between the two began to form from the stage where they were equal.

  There was no need to ask who was ahead.

  Bratt’s face was full of confidence as he raised the sword.