Sitting on a bench in the waiting room of the Arena, Elias was looking at the burly man standing in front of him.
He had changed into all-white, loose training garments for his upcoming duel with his brother, and his left hand was tightly gripping the hilt of a wooden sword.
Looking into the eyes of Knight Joran, Elias slowly opened his mouth and spoke in a low voice.
"Teacher, I… There is no way I can defeat Brother; it is impossible."
Elias had always been called innocent for his age, but that didn't mean he was stupid. He had seen his brother train from his room's window every day, and after learning about infusion arts from Knight Joran during this past month, he was keenly aware of the strength of his brother, who had learned level two of his infusion art.
The first two levels were the same for all infusion arts; the difference starts from level three.
Until then, the only difference was the weapon technique itself.
