My father once told me humans were born different from every other race in this world.
Where we get our powers set the moment we're born with no room to grow, humans are born weak but with the potential to grow stronger.
But growth always comes with difficulty, especially for them. So most tend to be weak and that leads to the idea that humans are weak, but he told me there are those that worship strength, the truly strong among men.
But I had only seen weak humans at that time.
Now I'm rethinking everything as the Knight walks closer to us, pulling what appears to be a massive Claymore behind him.
He stops, about fifteen feet from us.
Ash grows, baring his fangs and releasing his claws. But the Knight doesn't react. He just stands there watching us—waiting.
“Wait!” I yell, as Ash takes a step forward, ready to attack.
“What?” He growls, turning to me as I stand and toss the sword aside.
“He's stronger than you,” I say.
“You see his power” he asks, his tone sharp and devoid of anythin
