The Second Round's Insanity.

The raven-haired man slowly straightened his back, and inhaled. The whole room trembled under his aura. Then, the black-shafted spear appeared in his hand, and the man's long fingers wrapped around it.

Odin gulped, and his hand, which held the cane, trembled, ''Kalzer...?''

''Whoo...'' The man exhaled, and turned to Odin with a smile, ''It's me. I don't feel anything different, so I think it was successful, right?''

Odin wiped his sweat, still hadn't dropped his wariness. He walked around the desk, and with the cane, he swung it at the raven-haired man's glabella.

The cane's golden tip touched the raven-haired man's glabella, the spot between the eyebrows, and leaked a golden energy into the man's head.

Odin closed his eyes, and re-lived the man's memories. He saw a hundred years of memories, but in the outside world, it only took a second. After he opened his eyes, a smile appeared, ''Kalzer, you were successful.''