"Ah, that is, well..."
"You still haven't grasped the teachings of the Buddha, have you? Tsk tsk..."
Nathaniel rubbed his temples and sighed deeply.
At that moment, Ethan took the chance to lash out at Arther.
"Ha! So you called your master because you thought you'd lose!"
"That's not true!"
And in that instant, Nathaniel brought down his wooden fish mallet on Arther's crown.
It wasn't the small stick meant to strike the wooden fish. It was the wooden fish itself.
Thwaaack—!!!
The sound was as resonant and vast as the holy scriptures of Buddhism, echoing across Mount of the Moon.
That pure, resounding pain made the young monks flinch.
"How many times must I tell you not to use that ridiculous way of speaking, Arther?"
"B-but, to maintain dignity..."
"What dignity? Are you still clinging to such views?"
"I apologize…"