Step, step. The two young swordsmen gradually moved.

  The people who watched the scene quietly exhaled as if they had been holding back.

  The conversation between them was quite short, but it wasn’t a mood where they could intervene.

  No one was brave enough to casually speak with the heavy pressure around.

  “What is he?”


  “That blonde?”


  “Yes. Anyone know him?”


  “I remember that he stayed at the Cradle of Swords…”


  “Ah, me too. It was a huge thing. People said that he looked easy…”


  “But what is his real identity?”


  That’s right.

  But even more shocking was that his swordsmanship, too, felt very familiar.

  One of his classmates, he was sure it belonged to a classmate.

  And then he recalled the face of the cheeky red-haired brat.

  ‘Is that even possible?’