youngest brother

Once again, I could not help but to be amazed by this younger brother, who looked quite aloof, together, like most young masters.

His attractive eyes drew many gazes along with his fair skin almost porcelain in tone when we stood together, contrasting greatly.

I had also seen those who would become dazed when looking into my brother's face that only to them with a simple glance at his toned body, their face would twist with various almost comical expressions as if wondering: a twelve-year-old had a toned body to such an extent?

Then probably shake their head in disbelief.

Well, in my eyes, my younger brother is simply maturing at a pleasant pace.

His weapon-wielding skills are on par with his elder brothers, though weaker he could, in the end, hold his own in a melee battle.