"What did you say? You're trash!" The hero rose from the ground and ran forward, swinging his treasured sword.
Albert looked at the sword and struck it as hard as he could.
It turned out the moment the bat and the sword clashed, the former overpowered it and directed it to the ground.
Cling.
The clicking sound between the sword and a stone echoed in their ears as Albert pushed it even deeper to make the sword stuck.
"What? Impossible." The hero shouted while gritting his teeth. "I'm the hero. I'm supposed to be the winner. That's right. This must be the struggle until my plot armor comes!"
When Albert heard all that, his mind couldn't help but snarl. 'What the fuck, dude? Plot armor? Struggle? Are you living in a movie right now? This is a real world for God's sake.'
Albert never expected that despite his age which looked like he was younger three to four years from him, the hero would still look like a kindergarten.