"Mentor, I can sense that Mogash isn't weak at all. He's hardly inferior to the other giant younglings."
"But I can't figure out why he couldn't even withstand a single attack from me. Did he lose on purpose?"
Orion gave a faint smile and extended his hand, causing the Bloodthirsty Trident behind Rolan to fly straight into his grasp.
"This weapon used to be mine. That orc youngling was armed with nothing but a pile of scrap metal—what right did he have to beat you?"
Orion swung the Bloodthirsty Trident a few times, savoring the familiar, comfortable feeling in his hand.
"I'll hold on to the Bloodthirsty Trident for now. Once you've finished this training, I'll give it back to you."
With those words, Orion placed the Bloodthirsty Trident into his storage ring and tossed a plain trident to Rolan.
To be honest, it was indeed a bit unfair for Rolan to use a hero-level weapon against the various tribes' younglings.
