บท 224: Flair

The master watched the fight unfold from the shadows of the arena, his gaze sharp and unyielding as he followed every move the boy made. His eyes narrowed in disdain as he saw the struggle, the faltering defenses, the sheer desperation radiating from his so-called disciple.

Each time the boy stumbled, the master's jaw tightened, his fists clenching as the bitter taste of disappointment filled his mouth. He had trained the boy and invested time, resources, and countless punishments to ensure this moment would end in victory. Yet here he was, watching his pawn falter, his potential slipping away with every step back.

"Pathetic," he hissed under his breath, his voice laced with anger as he saw the final clash, the decisive blow that left the boy staggering, kneeling in defeat before the pink-haired knight.