165 Follow Up 1

A few days later...

Stars filled the infinite sky, Garen had never felt more at awe looking up.

"Ever since that battle, you’ve seem to have gained an interest in looking at the stars, what’s so special?"

The Eighth Hoop donned a black cloak as he emerged from a corner of the courtyard. His face was the usual pale and aged, but the way he looked at Garen was complex.

"Specialty?" Garen smiled,"it just makes me feel minute that’s all."

The two of them were standing in a rural courtyard, it had beautiful plants and flowers growing all over it, the mixed colours making it extremely eye catching.

"Minute... Since the fight the other day, you’ve been recognised as the number one fighter of the Southern Secret Martial Arts world. You’re only second to Palosha now, and yet you still think you’re minute? What should other people think of themselves then?," The Eighth Hoop sighed.

"Any plans after this?"

"How’re the few leftover men?" Garen asked back.