Versus “Ouroboros” Part I

BOOM!!!

The sound of explosion came resoundingly through the area, as well as the ground shaking on many Richter scales. But the tall body of someone was still chilling carefreely on the ground with his dominant hand holding a ceramic cup up to the pouring hot tea from a tall bottle.

“It’s started now, huh.”

The middle-aged man said to himself, before sipping the tea out of the cup in his hand.

“Are you really sure that you’re not going in there to help Wisana’s party fight?”

Another voice rang with a drawling voice. The pair of red, amber eyes were staring at the master. And the one who was being stared at grinned broadly, before putting the teacup down on the ground.

“Yeah, I'm sure, Lala.” He spoke. “If I went in, their fun would be ruined for sure. Also, this is the last test for my number one disciple, too.”