That's right... who exactly was that? There shouldn't have been any other
friends of his that called his name in that manner aside from Alice. Even so,
he could still recall those youthful shouts reverberating faintly, deep within
his ears.
Automatically counting the number of strikes in a corner of his mind, Eugeo
dived deep, deep in his memory; it happened then.
"Oh my, Eugeo-dono's practice is as mysterious as always, is it not?"
That amused voice echoed off his back and threw Eugeo's concentration
into disarray. The sword's trajectory deviated slightly and an unpleasant
recoil numbed his hands like when he made a blunder swinging the axe
during his woodcutting days.
Despite how there should have been quite a distance between Eugeo in the
corner of the vast practice arena and Raios's group in the exact middle, the
fact that the sound was that clear would be because they were intentionally
raising their voices to make him listen. He should have been fed up of
listening to their sarcasm by now, but he could only consider it shameful of
himself for his emotions to be swayed, even now. Ignore them, ignore them;
Eugeo tried to convince himself and was about to continue swinging his
sword—
"Are you not curious about what meaning is there for Eugeo-dono to do
that night after night, swinging that stick without style or finesse,
Humbert?"
"I concur, Raios-dono.