The Official Knight
The sounds of cuts through the air were tense, something that usually required a great deal of strength was being done traditionally. The knights couldn't discern what was happening.
"What level of spear is she at?" Velryna questioned Simon, who watched Ziriel training alone in a corner during lunch break.
Ziriel wore a black top and gray cargo pants, her muscle-less belly exposed.
"She's almost reaching the master level," said Simon, leaving Velryna as pale as snow. "Grandpa, are you sure?" she asked, looking at the old man.
"Yes, she's definitely at the peak of the Specialist Realm. I give her only half a year to advance to the Master Realm and be able to use Spear Intent," commented Simon, like a Sword Master, he could gauge someone's strength below his level.
"T-that's scary. How old is she? She must be my age!" exclaimed Velryna with her mouth open, listening to Simon.