The First Step

"So, you chose daggers, huh?" Samiel asked making his voice curious. "A surprising choice for someone from a renowned swordsmanship family."

"Haha, right," Aamon replied with a chuckle. "But I don't have any talent in our family's swordsmanship. So, I'm trying to find my own calling. And..."

Aamon's eyes shifted into Katars on Samiel's hand, a suspicion together with surprise flickered across his face. "The same could be said of you. But, aren't you talented in swordsmanship? I heard you already mastered the Kaius Family's famous three-move technique. So, why are you holding these weapons?"

"Haha, you are exaggerating." Samiel smiled slightly. "I am not that talented. Compared to my big brother, my achievements are not worth mentioning. And just like you, I'm trying myself in other fields of weapons. Who knows whether swords are the only weapons we can master."

"Yeah, you are right," Aamon muttered. "Then, I won't trouble you."