So that such a thing would never happen again.
"Senior? Do you have something to say to me?"
"No."
"Ah, how's the wound from last time? My spirit was a bit rough."
"It's nothing."
"It didn't seem that way."
"Losing to you won't happen a second time."
"I wonder. There's a saying, isn't there? The first time is difficult, but the second time is easy."
Carlo Deneb barely suppressed the urge to call down lightning.
"Go."
"You were the one staring at me first, senior."
"Are all elves like this?"
"What do you mean by 'like this'?"
As Carlo held his pulsing head, pressing his forehead...
"Aint, let's spar again when we make camp later."
"As much as you want."
"Damn it, you were clearly far below me when we first enrolled..."
"What ancient history are you talking about?"
Aint and Veriana were bickering with each other. And also:
"Last time doesn't count."
"There's no such thing as 'not counting' in a match. A loss is a loss, and a win is a win."
"Aren't you ashamed?"
