Level 10

"Why? Why is it always him? What does he have that I don't? Why is he always superior to me? Why did he have to be born as the son of a sword genius?"

"Why not me? Why am I not the chosen one? Why is my fate so predictable, so mundane, so trash?" Jerrad, fuming with anger, embedded his fists into the wall in a fit of rage.

He had thought he had finally surpassed Allen, but what he had witnessed today indicated that he wasn't. He thought he finally had a future greater than Allen's, but it seems it was all a soon-to-be-dispersed illusion.

"Of course, he's destined for greatness while I'm just an ant in comparison. Is there really nothing I can do?"

A great silence followed after, the very surroundings becoming eerily creeping, his senses indicating something was about to happen.

"Of course there is, you just have to be willing to do anything," a masculine voice came from the shadows, before he began to unveil himself, revealing his figure to Jerrad.