It was a rather tall boy with short black hair and red eyes, with a scrawny face.
There was a hint of coldness in his face as he surveyed the place, a surprise flickering in his eyes when it landed upon him and he couldn't contain it:
"How are you faster than me?"
Chun Ma shrugged with nonchalance.
The boy walked up to him, much taller than him, with a ferocious expression, clutching the sword in his arms.
"Sword, huh."
Chun Ma thought as he remained calm and withdrew his gaze as the boy's shadow cast a loom over him.
"Hello, it's a surprise you managed to come out faster than me," he said with a friendly smile as he extended his hand for a handshake.
"I see." Chun Ma stood up casually and took his hand, his hand bloody and disfigured.
Even with regeneration, his wounds were healing at a frustratingly slow pace.
The boy flinched slightly at the sight of Chun Ma's bloody hands, but his smile only widened.
"You've got great willpower. It'll be fun to compete with you."
