Jose requested Crowley’s next instructions, “How should I move now, sir?”
“Don’t. Just lower your hips more.”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“Lower.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Now, stay like that.”
“Yes, sir!”
“For 5 hours.”
“Ye— Eh?! Is that a joke, sir?!”
“Back in my time, I was told not to move for half a year by my mentor though,” Crowley shrugged.
“I will do my best for 5 hours, sir!”
Taking out a training sword from among those that were used for practice, Marlon came asking Crowley with hope, “M-May I do it, too, sir?”
“Yeah, go ahead. The house is plenty clean already anyway.”
Receiving permission from Crowley, happily-looking Marlon rushed to stand next to Jose and also took the basic stance. His stance was plenty low and steady. It looked like Jose’s words about the boy having talent were true. He would grow strong, no doubt, if trained right, and make an excellent Templar Knight. Except that it was the Templar Knights that killed his parents.