The Martial God (Pt 2)

"No problem! You can ask me for anything—so long as it is within my power, I will do my best to comply!" The boy answered with zero hesitation.

This caused a smile to form on my face.

Making a fist on one hand and a flat palm on the other, I jammed both together and bowed to Edward. My face tightened, and all sense of playfulness left. This was a time of reverence and absolute respect.

"Edward, for you to have been bestowed this inheritance, It can only mean you are now considered the successor of your family's legacy. And as a result of that, I now stand before the head of this amazing Martial Arts School."

Both my comrades looked dazed by my sudden action. I wasn't known for my humility, even if I was calm. A noble bowing before one who is considered a commoner was unheard of. Plus, it was clear to everyone who the inferior one among the both of us was—in all aspects! Yet, my head was hung low and my tone of reverence persisted.