Corus prepared his final strike with the iron sword, as the tense thich air laid, his flames grew on his sword, as he was about to unleash a powerful slash that could end the Ningon, then he finally unleashed it, the fast, swift attack beheaded the Ningon's head. "Too easy, I could defeat a thousand of you."
Meanwhile, in the beautiful forest of the fog, Loran was in the living room, talking to his father Corusi. "So, do you think he made it to Uea?" Corusi asked. "Probably, with his insane skills of the sword. He probably made it, but I don't think it was that hard."
"Woah, who are you, normally the normal Loran would have been egoistic." Corusi sarcastically spoke, Loran just sighed as he continued speaking. "Not really, just being honest, he probably had an encounter with a Ningon or an Davaro."
"Oh yes, a Davaro, been a while since I've heard that name, a warrior lead with a metal of a thousand to a thousand and five hundred, he would definitely lose to that." The king underestimated Corus.
"No... By this time he had probably trained his metal, and... There's something different about him, something strong and skillful. It's embarrassing to say that I lost to him." Saying that, Loran shocked Corusi. 'My son? My better son lost?'
"How? He might had used goons to weaken you!" Corusi was in disbelief truly, he thought that his son, Loran was the strongest of the two brothers. "No dad, I was the one that used goons." Loran became honest for the first time. But he still hated Corus.
"This is unbelievable, Lorraine! Lorraine!" Corusi called Lorraine in an angry tone. "What?" Lorraine came in and spoke in a worried voice. "What happened?" Corusi went up to Lorraine as he intoned "Loran got beaten by Corus!"
Lorraine was confused. "So?" Lorraine asked, not even caring. "Well? The weak had beaten the strong!" Corusi spoke poetically. "Come on dad, it was a lucky shot, I'll beat him next time." Loran snarled.
"Go train, we'll discuss this with your mother." Loran just sighed and went to the training grounds to train. "So? Wait, you've been observing Corus's training right?" Corusi Asked. "Yes, he trained hard till night." Loran looked down. Sad.
"Just, this is just unbelievable, I just can't, I've call our son weak." Corusi spoke in a disappointed voice, he was proud at Corus at this time. "So, just because someone was born with talent, doesn't mean they could be the strongest. Corus is strong but he will face more powerful enemies... And I will always believe in him."
Meanwhile in the training field, the dummies were lined in order as the sandy floors, Loran stepped onto it as he walked over to the dummies, he raised his hand about to hit a swift punch, then he hitted the head and the feet in a instantaneous speed.
Then Geia came to the field. "Hey Loran, training?" Loran nodded, Geia talked to Loran like a friend because they were.
They sat down the sandy floor and looked at the stars in the night. "I still remember the time where we use to play, and the time where I supported you in battle. I can't believe I'm your maid now." Geia chuckled. "I used to call you Butty Supporter before because all you do was support." Then Geia turned to him with a dark expression. "Then that happened, where I saved your stupid face from a huge golem using my love snake to engulf the entire golem." Loran remembered that time and laughed. "That truly ended the butty supporter title."