"Disciples? Now why would I do that?" the old man asked with a tilt of his head.
Yet as his eyes met Rael's, he let out a sigh.
"Boy, you just want my weapon, don't you?"
"Yep." Rael didn't deny it. "Think about it—if I become a disciple worthy of inheriting your weapon, then... you probably know where I'm going with this."
The old man nodded. "You're very shameless for someone so young, but I don't like being taken advantage of. First of all, show me what you can do, and then I'll decide whether you have potential or not."
"Sure." Rael grinned as he grasped the violin in his left hand and the rapier in his right.
The rapier was just long enough not to feel uncomfortable when hitting the strings, but at the same time, its length was perfect to use as a weapon if he decided to.
And, funnily enough, these two weapons were combined—so he would get the stats even if he used them separately.
