Oh.

Deafening silence covered the gym and the people that are still writing in their own paper seems to forget what they are doing. They can't decide whether to look at, me, or the piece of paper that has cuts the same way the lines drawn were.

I just simply broke the silence by clapping very loudly.

*CLAP*

"The fuck was that bro?! Is that some secret technique or something?!" Russel exclaimed.

"That? No. That's just my practice swing." I replied nonchalantly.

"No way."

"Press 'X' for doubt."

"Really?!"

"Then what are the secret techniques then?!"

"How could you know? They're called 'secrets' for a reason."

"I really want to learn that."

"That's the practice swing? What would happen if you do it for real?"

"You'll die, obviously. You should've seen him dual-wielding."

"I remember that."