He thought the black-haired young man was overly cautious, even cowardly, and that this was why he refused to enter the ring for a sparring match. He could not help feeling some contempt for him.
How could a man be so cowardly?
Bang!!
A gunshot suddenly rang out beside everyone's ears.
They turned to look and saw a middle-aged man with long, tawny hair holding up a flintlock, aiming at a target directly ahead.
Wisps of smoke curled from the muzzle.
"Hahaha...! That felt good!"
The long-haired man laughed loudly as he leisurely reloaded the flintlock in his hand.
A thin man stood beside him, seemingly an instructor like Wood.
"It's already the year 4418 of the Solar Calendar, the age of flintlocks! What's the point of practicing all this fighting and swordsmanship?!"
The long-haired man spoke loudly.
"These are all obsolete arts that ought to be phased out, backward fighting techniques. Flintlocks should rule this new age!"
Wood frowned and walked toward him, carrying his two-handed sword.
"Hey! Are you deliberately trying to stir up trouble, sir?!"
He demanded in a low voice.
A figure blocked his path. It was the thin man.
"Wood, he's my student and my guest... what are you trying to do?"
The thin man said.
With a cold expression, Wood demanded:
"Your student? Marlow, do your lessons teach people to shoot? How come I never knew...? Are you sure you work at the Flower Sword Fighting Club?"
"Oh, I'm only teaching Mr. Ford combat footwork and dodging techniques. The club has no rule against practicing shooting here, either..."
The thin man named Marlow shrugged.
"Hey, I know him, Ford... he's the manager of the Firepower Shooting Club that just opened in the next block!"
Sibert looked at the long-haired man, finding him familiar. Suddenly,