Undercurrents

"Who won?" the King murmured, staring at the figure.

His eyes narrowed, and soon, he saw someone step through the dust.

"Sir Yur," Renri said in a shocked tone.

Walking out, Yur cracked his neck. "That was more difficult than I thought," he muttered to himself. "I still have a lot to learn."

Fortunately, he could now see where he lacked the most and could work on it.

His fine control and basic combat skills were lacking. He was undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with when trying to kill, but anything short of that proved far more challenging.

"A bit more training is needed." He wasn't discouraged. The more he recognized his weaknesses, the better.

"Julian?" the King called out, worry and shock in his voice.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." From behind Yur, Julian walked out—his appearance slightly disheveled but otherwise unharmed. "If I hadn't protected myself with my essence, that could have been worse."