Seven days

"What?"

The two of them said at once. They turned to him, and at that moment, Atrox knew they were going to oppose him, so he simply came up with a plan that would throw the two of them against each other.

"I won't stay imprisoned," Atrox said firmly and slowly. "How do you want me to prove anything when you keep me somewhere?"

Sevrix scowled. "I won't allow you to run away. You are either Atrox Soryu or you are not. Prove that you are, but you must not leave the Borderland."

'Ah... well... at least I've bought a little more...'

"In seven days," Steelclaw added.

Atrox whirled to him. "What are you saying?"

"In seven days. That's the time you have to prove you are who you said you are," Steelclaw said. He smiled faintly. "This isn't too much, right? Since you are the Young Master of the Soryu Clan, then you must have ways to prove yourself. Even a day shouldn't be too much."