"The both of you are getting surprised over every little thing that it's becoming noisy here. Let's take this from the top and address the important matters one by one.
First of all, Evan."
"Yeah?"
"You need to get a haircut done. ASAP."
"No shit."
Evan grabbed a fistful of his unnecessarily long hair as he replied.
"I don't have time for that so I'm gonna improvise for now."
"Huh?"
Before Pride could figure out what Evan meant, he summoned the unforged and sliced off his hair from his neck downwards.
"That's better."
Feeling the breeze from the open window blow on his neck made him feel much more relaxed. However, that was not for long as he suddenly realised something wrong.
'Did I just summon my weapon?'
He looked at his hand and was met with the figure of an obsidian black one-handed sword with an eighty-centimetre-long blade.
"I just used a skill now, right?"
"Yes, you did."