A Peaceful Time
"Do you want me to accept you as my disciple, Kizer?" Clark's hands clasped together, his mouth touching the skin on his hands. His facial expression stiffened with seriousness.
Kizer raised his upper body with a calm expression, but the tense feeling was running in his heart. Inside he was nervous but he couldn't show it directly, perhaps it might look pathetic.
Paul's eyes rolled back at the guild master. He was wondering what Clark's answer would be? It was a completely unexpected event.
"What's your reason?"
"Pardon?" Kizer didn't understand the meaning behind Clark's question.
"Why do you want to become my disciple? What's your reason?"
Kizer iris lower to the level of his lower eyelids, simultaneously lowering his head. Thought ran wild in his mind, he couldn't figure out what to say. Their were many things he had to say but can't tell of all them.