"Muria, the armor derived from your bloodline is quite tough, but it's not enough. Your grasp of strength, your use of Titan martial arts, they're all lacking. Your every move lacks killing intent."
Klaeste, with his messy black hair, stared at Muria panting heavily in front of him, her armor marked with cracks everywhere, earnestly giving his suggestions.
"After you go back, take a good rest, then have your spirit transport you to the Demon's Training Ground to practice. Hone your martial arts through endless slaughter."
"Let's go again," said Muria, panting heavily.
"Boring. Fight with me again when you can skillfully use martial arts." Klaeste turned and walked towards his giant sword. "I don't have time to be your training partner, helping you practice your martial skills. Go and spar with those Titans on your level. Don't bother me again."