A stereotypical protagonist-looking young man walked upto the arena where a tan skinned beautiful woman stood with a broadsword hunging over her back, gazing at him lazily.
Edwin walked onto the arena confidently, which was a bit over the top even for him, since he knew that he had turned weaker than he was, after regaining the memories of his past life.
"Haa…" A sigh escaped Thistle's lips, making him groan inwardly.
"I am Edwin, I have currently turned weak for reasons unknown, but I wish to learn and get stronger." He said as he bowed his head at the instructor, whom he wanted to learn from.
'If things go well, Thistle also has a chance to become a member of my harem….' He thought inwardly.
"Huh? Eh….ok?"