"Woah, the Young Masters are going at it."
"How well do you think Sir Brandon would fare against Lady Belle?"
"That's an unfair comparison, don't you think? Lady Belle's number one among her peers."
"Ah, right. I forgot about that."
"Yeah, and you know just how Sir Brandon was before attending the Academy."
"..."
Brandon's face scrunched up as he overheard the crowd's conversation.
The original Brandon Locke…
Just how incompetent was he...?
When Belle had told Omar that they were about to spar, Omar looked as if he was in disbelief.
As if he didn't expect the current Brandon to accept the sparring session.
—Go!
Breaking him out of his thoughts, the referee's voice boomed and the match had started.
"Wooooh!"
The screams and cheers of the crowd followed shortly after.
'Right, Belle told me to show them everything.'
Why?
What was the purpose?