[ Leave it to Felix to learn through pain—he knows now that the blade is sharp-edged and well cared for, which speaks to the craftsmanship as well as the care of its owner.
A little blood never hurt anyone. Especially when he can stick two fingers in his mouth momentarily to clean it off, and then drop his hands into his lap. ]
They would call that strength a "gift from the goddess" where I come from, though I'm not so sure it's much of a gift. I possessed it, once. I did not rely on it. And when I came here, this world stripped it from me and replaced it with another.
[ Arguably, better. He is stronger and faster, without even need of a weapon to activate it now. But Felix has never been comfortable leaning on his Crest, and he's not about to be comfortable leaning on his nature. ]
A man like you does not gain that skill simply by using strength as a crutch. [ Felix thinks, anyway. ] Who taught you? How long did it take?
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A little blood never hurt anyone. Especially when he can stick two fingers in his mouth momentarily to clean it off, and then drop his hands into his lap. ]
They would call that strength a "gift from the goddess" where I come from, though I'm not so sure it's much of a gift. I possessed it, once. I did not rely on it. And when I came here, this world stripped it from me and replaced it with another.
[ Arguably, better. He is stronger and faster, without even need of a weapon to activate it now. But Felix has never been comfortable leaning on his Crest, and he's not about to be comfortable leaning on his nature. ]
A man like you does not gain that skill simply by using strength as a crutch. [ Felix thinks, anyway. ] Who taught you? How long did it take?