"IT'S HILARIOUS to see a Silver Fox wield a sword, you know?" Gin said. After all, his ability worked best when talking to his opponents. "Your whole body is literally a weapon, young fox. You don't need a sword to fight. In fact, it will only hinder your growth."
Much to his frustration, Lewis Crevan just looked at him blankly.
Ah, he's not fond of talking.
He still had to try though.
"You probably don't know because nobody raised you as a Silver Fox," Gin said. "It's a shame, Lewis Crevan. In the past, your clan was one of the strongest and most powerful families in the empire. Too bad you look different from the human race, hence, they hunted you down."
The fox boy remained unfazed.
He doesn't care about his clan, huh?
