"Who said spirit masters grow strong only by using their spirit power?" William countered, his voice steady and filled with a logic that felt far too ancient for a boy of his years.
He stood his ground, the scorched earth of the garden between him and the Dark Gold master serving as a testament to his victory.
"Your body has been tempered by that power for decades. Every fibre of your muscle, every reflex in your nerves has been honed to a level I can't even fathom yet. You can't possibly believe a normal human could match your speed or the raw force in your fists, spirit power or not."
William paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "I'm still just a kid. I'm a recent Bronze-grade spirit master on top of that. How could I ever truly match an experienced Dark Gold master like you in a 'fair' fight? The rules were set to bridge that impossible gap, Uncle. And within those rules, the result is clear."
"..."
