The start of something great
"How does someone even act like your disciple, master?" Lucas only chuckled at his master not understanding what he was entailing.
"Hmph, cheeky brat. look around the room and tell me, what do you see?"
Lucas did not even need to look around yet he did anyway, his eyes met a lot of people of his age.
They tried keeping eye contact but averted their gaze real quick when Lucas got a little serious.
"I smell- no… I sense fear."
"Yeah, they are all scared and shitting their pants, and look at you! Such bold and arrogant eyes, befitting my disciple! Hahahahaha"
Lucas could not tell if his master praised or made fun of him.
Yet one thing was clear, Master was drunk. Lucas could not tell just how many drinks he had, but it must have been a lot by how he acted.