Chapter Forty-Four: Weapon Training III
"I'm… sorry, Sir. I quit." A'lessander of Miano tried to clench his hands but they still shook. "But that means he wins by default, right? So he didn't fail."
He forced a smile to Nero, he didn't want the boy to feel like he dropped out so that their fail marks would remain. Nero would definitely win again if they continued so he wanted to save himself the shame.
Nero noticed him clenching his fists and became worried that his hit had actually hurt him. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Everything's okay with your h—"
"Everything's fine." A'lessander of Miano took many steps back. "I just got tired after dueling Alexandria and then you, I'm really fine."
Zenith clicked his tongue softly and added a half mark to Nero. Even after he changed the rules mid-game to give them a chance, one of them chickened out.