Training Spear. It was just a stick that didn’t even have a spear blade. But the ends are long, so if you poke someone right… It hurts terribly, if not penetrated.
But what if you’re stuck on an empty stomach?
That’s what happens. Cyan rolled and spewed vomit from place to place. With her mouth wide open, Ciel screamed and approached Cyan, and Nina was shocked and shut her mouth.
Eugene put the spear down, speaking in a shady way. If it were a real spear, Cyan would have just died in an attack. Of course, it’s not a real spear, but it was clear that he was still rolling the ground after being attacked on his vital point.
“Nina, go get someone to take him.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Coward!” He squeezes tears from his nose but never stops sulking.
Ciel, who was anxiously approaching, no longer approached her brother with the messy look. Instead, she raised her eyes and stared at Eugene.
“What cowardly things are done? The duel has already begun from the moment you throw your handkerchief.”
“That’s… you’re right, but! But being cowardly is cowardly.”
“Sucks that you are pretty but an airhead, actually. Your stupid brother threw his handkerchief first and took his weapon. That’s what he was like.”
At the fierce fire, Ciel shut her mouth. It was also because she couldn’t hear anything other than being called pretty and airhead.
“…Did you just say I was pretty?”
“Anyway… being cowardly is cowardly. The duel was not an honorable one.”
“Well, you look just like your twins, and you have great logic.”
“I don’t look like my brother.”
“You look like a mental head. So what do you think is an honorable duel? Throwing a handkerchief, count one, two, three, and the fight starts?”
Ciel mumbled her lips and glanced at Cyan, who was rolling on the floor, sobbing as he was covered with vomit. She felt sorry for his brother’s miserable appearance.
“…I’ll hit you a little bit.”
“I’m sorry, but I hit you gently enough.”
“You didn’t really train Mana?”
Ciel asked, shining with his eyes. Eugene, who was organizing a bag of sand on the floor, looked back at Ciel, revealing his annoyance.
“Are you not going?”
“You really didn’t strain yourself.”
“I told you I didn’t!”
“Lie. How can you carry those heavy things without training, Mana? And your attack. It was so fast that my brother couldn’t react properly even if he didn’t let his guard down.”
The eyes shining with curiosity become thinner. At the words, Eugene stopped organizing the sandbags and paused.
“Have you seen it?”
“But I don’t think your eyes are for decoration.”
“You’re such a bad talker.”
“I’ve heard this a lot since a long time ago.”
Everyone except Vermouth had heard a word. While Eugene piled sandbags in one place, Ciel stood in her seat and looked at Eugene’s back. It was impossible to see the movement of muscles hidden in clothes in detail, but it seemed that Eugene used only muscle strength without mana.
So Ciel couldn’t understand anything now. Ciel and Cyan had been training their bodies since childhood. From the age of seven? Ciel was lost in thought as she recalled what former Eugene had said earlier.
‘For a 13-year-old boy, his body is pretty solid.’
He felt resistance as soon as he touched the tip of the spear. Evidence that the body is not considered to be of that age. The power to push it back also meant that the body had already built enough mana to respond to the crisis.
He was not just beaten. At the moment of the attack, Cyan instinctively tried to pull himself back. A kid who doesn’t even have a real experience. He was instinctively trying to get out of the crisis.
‘It’s great for a boy. But for a descendant of Vermouth, he is trash.’