Accepting One's Fate Part Four

He turned towards the esteemed elder with reddened cheeks that showed his inner shame. Due to the Stendhal Syndrome caused by the change in the environment surrounding him. He lost his focus and forgot about the esteemed senior in front of him.

Thankfully the man didn't take it at heart and brushed the matter away with a nonchalant hand wave. He then coughed and exclaimed with a calm yet powerful voice.

"My name Ishvar, and I'm one of the elders that help in the training of players with potential", he stopped for a second before continuing, "Before coming here I've watched a few of your fights, but it wasn't enough for me to exactly gauge your level."

"If I remember correctly, your weapon of predilection is the sword but also seem to be quite talented when it comes to barehanded martial technique, right?"

Fell nodded silently as he knew that the elder was currently making a point.