Happy Life
Only thing I didn't get — who was avenged, and for what?
- No one, really, it just fit the occasion. Sounds cool, doesn't it — "the Avenger." Truth is, I have no enemies, not even among those who think they are my enemies. I see life as a canvas full of potential, which we shape with strokes of the brush however we please.
- And did the master get anything worthwhile in return for these bruises and scrapes? Style is style, but in essence, injuries for the amusement of a bloodthirsty crowd. I think we could have fought, and you would have understood my level, but I stand no chance against you. Alas, I was not lucky enough to be born or to become knight material.
- Oh, absolutely! I got this, and that's what matters most! — the master presses his index finger to his temple. — Intelligence. Experience. Understanding. Bruises and scrapes will heal, but knowledge remains. Do you understand now? Life is a long game: losers get cut off, winners remain, — Vargas pats the lad on the shoulder with a smile. — Heh. You're a good lad, there's something bleak about you, I can feel it, but there's spirit, there is. That's no trouble, we'll strengthen it. My squire will be the best in the kingdom, that's not up for debate! So you have zero kills? Seems fate itself brought us together. Either you'll become my two hundredth, or I'll be your first. Ha-hah, as strange as that may sound! Will you show me what you've got? — Lester draws a Swiss Army knife as a weapon. — Don't frown, it's simple. I won't be able to gauge your strength if other factors are involved. And that's very important to measure.