Dorion's Mess

The old man's presence carried a weight that was impossible to ignore, but what stood out more was the subtle yet unmistakable animosity radiating from him.

Alex tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes.

Why?

The probable answer sparked fear in Alex's mind—but rather intrigue.

This man wasn't just dangerous; Alex could sense it.

The old man was far more powerful than anyone Alex had encountered in the entire tutorial so far.

But even as Alex acknowledged the old man's strength, a grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

Despite his strength, he's not at my level.

The tension thickened as the old man's gaze swept over them. Finally, the old ronin broke the silence, his voice deep and measured, each word deliberate.

"Greetings... I'm Ralph Onigi. I couldn't help but overhear. You mentioned a kid with a scythe?"

Alex's grin faltered for a split second.