"Go again! If you want to reach the same level as that kid, then you have to first achieve the state of mind for that!"
The roar of Elder Baset shook the training grounds.
The tall, dark-skinned elder stood with his arms folded across his broad chest, long black hair tied behind him, deep yellow eyes sharp as a hunting beast's. The curved claws at the ends of his fingers tapped slowly against his biceps, a clear warning that his patience was already thin.
Before him, in the center of a sunken stone arena, stood a green-haired youth, or rather, barely stood.
Gabi's chest rose and fell violently. Sweat drenched his lean body, tracing over the pale scales on his hands, shoulders, and the sides of his face. He wore only a pair of dark training shorts, his feet bare against the scorching stone floor. Beside his ankle, his thick lizard tail twitched weakly, dragging across the dust.
He was a Tier 1, Circle of Spirit.
