"You know, I'll give it to you. You're not that bad of a fighter, considering you've not really fought before," Rael said.
Uriel paused for a moment, then launched off the ground and stood up. After dusting himself off, he said:
"Mother kept telling me I wasn't that talented because I kept losing to her."
Rael rolled his eyes.
"Don't listen to a word she says. All she's trying to do is limit you for your own safety."
"Really...?"
"Really."
He seemed a little confused, but even so, Uriel nodded and let out a sigh.
"Then, father, can you teach me how to fight?"
"Hmm... Is that really what you want?" Rael asked. "Just so you know, we could spend our time running around the continent and doing some other stuff. Fighting and training... It's pretty boring."
He shook his head.
"It's not boring. Teach me."
