"I told you father! He has no talent for the sword. he's a useless bum. What's the use of this?" A fifteen years old boy, black hairs, looking similar to Noah was grumbling in front of his father, Duke Michael Starlink.
"I'll be the judge of that. Stop your whining." Michael berated the young boy. He was Noah's elder brother, Hank Starlink.
Being scolded by his father, Hank immediately went silent. Michael then turned to his eldest son, also the eldest brother of Noah, James Starlink.
"James. Check him." Michael commanded.
"Yes father." James bowed his head and moved towards the center of the training field, where Noah was standing with his wooden sword.
He pulled a wooden sword from the stands and stood opposite Noah.
"Don't worry Noah. Father just wants to check something. Come at me with your strongest move, I'll try to stop you, okay?" James said softly, with a wide smile. His eyes had care and love for his younger brother.
