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"I am Tristan Valor," the young boy shouted, his eyes burning with determination.
"Tristan...," Theos muttered, with a faint smile. 'Wow, I didn't expect to find you around here,' he thought.
"Are you sure about fighting me?", Theos asked to make sure, to which Tristan nodded several times in confirmation.
"Stop!", but before Theos could position himself, an old man ran towards Tristan. Causing the latter to turn his attention to the old man.
"Felix...", the young man muttered as he saw the old man stop in front of him, deciding to put his weapon away. "What do you want?" he asked with total respect, to which the old man smiled with relief.
"Thank God you didn't face him, young master; I swear to you don't accept these types of challenges and even less with your father's delicate health," spoke the old man with different emotions as he spoke, from relief to being strict and finally sad.