Chapter 35- The Mysterious Identity of the Old Man
"Brat, the children you will be competing against have been training all their lives, but how can I let my disciple be at such a disadvantage? So, understand that we don’t have time to spare on anything else but the things you need to know to get stronger. In addition, those bastards have long discovered disciples who have probably already mastered all their Techniques. If you’re going to beat them, I have to cram as much information as possible inside your head within these three years. Do you understand?"
Sol nodded but then asked.
"I know Master wants me to enter this Academy. But... is there a reason why I need to? Can’t Master just continue to teach me?"
"Haha!"
The old man suddenly looked at Sol and burst out laughing.
Sol was taken aback by his Master laughing in his face.
"Brat, so you want to stay cooped up in this Mountain Range learning from me? You must really love your Master and the training I’m giving you. Alright, why not? You don’t have to go to the Martial Alliance Academy; you can continue to learn from me here. I’ll just have the disciples of those bastards come here to fight it out with you. How does that sound?"
By the end of his Master’s words, Sol’s face had gone deathly pale.
Stay here?
Training with his Master?
Sol would rather swim through a lake of molten lava than go through so many years of training with his Master!