You rely far too much on your supernatural ability. You use it every time you strike, but you must understand that it is merely a tool and means of securing victory, like a weapon or armor.
Those were the words of that damned Marius when they were still at Mindis Hall, one afternoon when he stopped Rolf.
I know His Highness trusts you deeply, even more than he trusts the Star Lake Guard... That is an honor, but also a burden. So, to keep you from holding His Highness back and endangering him, you are to join the Guard's daily training, no matter how much they despise, mock, or isolate you... In addition, you are to follow the plan I have devised and train extra every day. That is an order.
Don't misunderstand me. I don't care about you, nor am I concerned with you. In fact, I don't know you at all, and I don't think His Highness's trust in you is a wise decision. But since my job is to patch the holes left by his unwise decisions...
Not convinced? Fine, I won't bully you either. That boy over there, Nesi, has the least seniority in the Guard. Fight him one-on-one. If you win, you won't have to obey this order. How about it?
That damned Terror Blade.
Facing the enemy, Rolf reached through his clothes and touched the cold, hard rhystalloy prosthetic limbs.
He had put on these prostheses after they had been defeated by that man in black.
They were completely different from his previous pair, which had been hurriedly made and accompanied him for years, built only for walking.
*These prostheses—careful, they're heavy—were made at Captain Marius's request. They're only Master Ponk's prototypes, but if you ask me, they're probably more expensive than the spectacles