"You just realized that I'm increasing your regimen, didn't you?" my mentor laughed out loud as he leaned on his massive weapon. "Be proud. You've reached approximately seventy percent of your mother's old regimen."
Oh? On that, I raised an eyebrow, "Am I now?"
"I'm sure you can hold your own against a majority of the Primzahls now," he mused, hefting his hammer over his shoulder as he snickered. "Beating them, however?"
I chuckled at his unanswered question. Now he was just teasing me... "Need I remind you that I somehow almost managed to fight you to a standstill once?"
Technically a lie, seeing as he was holding back at the time. Still, it had to count, right?
"If you think that was the equivalent of fighting a Primzahl at their peak, then you're sorely mistaken," he smirked. "But you already know that, don't you?"