Anger

Vinia's body froze. Just as the stick was a centimeter or two away from her neck, the stick stopped.

Rewen smiled, then took back the stick. "Do you know why you lost?"

"Because you made an unorthodox move. That wasn't a real sword style." Although Vinia was compelled to admit her loss, she felt a little indignant.

"Neither is this stick a real sword. Let me tell you why I won. I won because I knew my limits. I couldn't possibly defeat someone who has practiced the sword for a decade."

"Does that mean that you have to use underhanded means to win? Are you content with the win?" Vinia said in a passive-aggressive tone. She was praised as a genius. She had lost countless times but only to Master. Against her peers, she subconsciously believed herself to be invincible.