Teaching a Little Twerp a Lesson, Eight Gates!?

It was a rather tall boy with short black hair and red eyes, with a scrawny face.

There was a hint of coldness in his face as he surveyed the place, a surprise flickering in his eyes when it landed upon him and he couldn't contain it:

"How are you faster than me?"

Chun Ma shrugged with nonchalance.

The boy walked up to him, much taller than him, with a ferocious expression, clutching the sword in his arms.

"Sword, huh."

Chun Ma thought as he remained calm and withdrew his gaze as the boy's shadow cast a loom over him.

"Hello, it's a surprise you managed to come out faster than me," he said with a friendly smile as he extended his hand for a handshake.

"I see." Chun Ma stood up casually and took his hand, his hand bloody and disfigured. 

Even with regeneration, his wounds were healing at a frustratingly slow pace.

The boy flinched slightly at the sight of Chun Ma's bloody hands, but his smile only widened.