"Teacher, are you alright?" Nuremberg once again pulled out a small stool from behind and spread it on the ground for Richarter to sit down, then quickly poured him some tea.
Richarter sat down with his eyes closed, took a sip of tea, and said slowly,
"My strength is exhausted, I cannot fight again. You all go in, do not disgrace our honour."
This translated to the Sword Saint having just used power beyond the limit of the Magic Tide and now must suppress the edge of an uncontrollable Spirituality; he would no longer participate in the fight, and it was up to the rest of them to handle the Mutant and ensure a clean and respectable victory, to avoid losing face.
"Alright, I'll stay here with the teacher," Nuremberg said respectfully, then turned his head, "So, Hans..."
He was about to give the usual order for Second-in-command Hans to lead the team, but as if he remembered something, he changed his words and said,
