With a smile on his face, Clark wiped the blood away from his sword before going to meet his old friend. He bumped Arthur on the shoulder, unfortunately, Arthur simply replied him with a poker look on his face.
Clark laughed awkwardly at that while secretly cursing under his breath. “You’re still so stiff…, umm, you still use a spear as your main weapon?”
“Yes”. Arthur answered simply.
“You are now a 3rd rank high-grade soldier?” He asked in return.
“Yes, it’s obvious”. Clark replied back with a smile.
“When?”
“What?”
“When did you break through to the 3rd rank?”
“I’m not sure again, but I think a few months ago”.
Arthur took a deep breath like he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, then his face became poker again. “I broke through before you”.
“…”
Now, Clark was speechless, feeling a strong urge to facepalm. “Really bro? After so many years, you’re still so obsessed with who is the stronger between the both of us?”