Laziness and the Mage (5)

Gaios's sword shot toward Lunaris.

He didn't stop.

No, he couldn't stop.

There wasn't the slightest hesitation in the motion as he drew his sword.

He trusted Lunaris.

He was certain that even if he went all out, that monster of a grand mage would find a way to deal with it.

...Honestly, he also wanted to land one on that presumptuous junior as a senior.

He didn't say it, but it felt rather unfair.

Last night, he'd been left sprawled out without being able to twitch a finger, and it had secretly bruised his pride.

Of course, he admitted Lunaris was the better mage. Still... I'm a senior, after all. Hm-hm...