(3rd Person POV)
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Sebas stared at him. "How do you mean?"
"I am trying to improve myself, so that I can become stronger." Climb explains as Sebas turns to face him. "After seeing your outstanding moves, I was hoping that you might teach me even a little of your technique." He continued.
Sebas looks Climb up and down before humming. "Hmm, all right, please show me your hands."
"Sure." Climb nods, holding out his hands.
Sebas grabs them, feeling Climb's hands. "Thick and firm. Good hands for a warrior."
Climb looks up at him with a small smile. "Oh no, I am no more than a negligible warrior."
"I do not think you need to be modest. Now, may I see your sword?" Sebas asks.
"Right." Climb takes out his sword, handing it to him.
Sebas inspects it, staring at the blade. "Hmm, is this your backup weapon?"
"How did you know that?"
Sebas tilts the blade slightly. "It has a number of dings in it." He hands the sword back to Climb. "I am embarrassed that you had to see that." Climb says as he looks at the sword's blade as well, putting it back once he's scanned it.
"I see. I now have a rudimentary grasp of your personality. The hands and weapon are a mirror which reflects who a warrior is. You present an extremely favorable impression. Now, please allow me to ask you a question. Why do you want to become stronger?"
"Huh?" Climb mutters.
"A moment ago, you said you wanted me to train you. While I credit you as being trustworthy, I would like to know the reason why you seek more power."
Climb looks down, thinking for a moment. "Well..."
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Rain pours, seemingly in slow motion.
A child with messy hair and a dirty complexion stares in disbelief at a clean hand, decorated in a fancy light blue dress, touches the side of his cheek.
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A light blush crosses his face as he looks up at Sebas with pride. "Because I am a man."
"Ho..." Sebas mumbles, continuing. "Based on your answer, I have decided what kind of training to give you."
Climb bows. "Thank you--" But is cut off by Sebas's hand raising, stopping him.
"However, forgive me for saying so, but in my view, you have no talent."
Climb raises his head once more, a face of determined anxiousness on his face as he hears a similar answer to the one before.
"Let me be frank. You might die from this."
Climb gulps, however, he doesn't waver.
"It depends upon your heart. If there is someone precious to you, you should be fine."
Climb looks down for a moment before looking back up at Sebas. "I am ready. Please proceed."
"You are confident you will not die then?"
Climb shakes his head, as Sebas sighs. "Very well. All right, I will train you here."
From the other side of the building's corner, a familiar face watches the two, Brain Unglaus.
"What, right here?" Climb mumbles, looking around at the alleyway.
"Yes. Please stand ready with your weapon."
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The Child of The Tomb
Fanfiction(Y/n) Satoru-the little sister of Suzuki Satoru-loves to play a game called YGGDRASIL. She's secretly in a guild controlled by her older brother-thankfully though-thanks to her amazing acting skills and voice changer-she was able to join. Though, o...
