Ken looked at the captain as lightning crackled around his sword.
"Tch." He clicked his tongue. "This guy might actually be worth something," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He wasn't saying it out of fear; he was saying it out of eagerness. The hunger for a real fight.
The captain looked at Ken, saw the smile, and something shifted in his own expression.
"Seems I'm looking forward to this more than I expected," the captain said.
But then his face hardened, the look of a judge about to deliver a verdict.
"But I am not here to play, kid."
And then he vanished.
Ken couldn't even sense him the moment he moved. He had moved so fast that the dust on the ground didn't have time to react. He reappeared directly behind Ken, blade coming down at a speed that was nothing short of immaculate.
