The trainees stayed in silence for a couple of seconds before the first one gave a step forward. It was Arwin, and he was holding his shoulder firmly while looking at Dean with a determined expression.
'I won't let a guy like him take the spotlight like this! I won't stay still acting like a shrimp while seeing him sacrificing his life! I prefer to die than lose to a powerless bastard!'
Arwin pressed his shoulder as strongly as he could against the wall of a near building while growling with pain. A snap was heard as he put the bone in the right place forcefully. It was far from perfect and didn't lessen the pain, but he could move his arm better than before. He would do it even if he felt a hellish pain.
The white-haired boy took his sword from his waist and rushed forward without hesitation.