Lith came down the ring with a dumbstruck expression, trying to understand what had just happened.

– “Maybe Professor Trasque wanted to teach you respect for the opponent. By beating them like that, you abused your power, and that’s exactly what the Headmaster criticised earlier.” Solus pondered.

“Trasque caring for respect? After how he threatened everyone and how he laughed in the face of that girl? Unlikely.” –   Lith stood there, watching the other students performing their training. As Trasque predicted, every exchange was fast, but not as fast as Lith’s. The performances he saw were mediocre at best, no points were assigned, but none were deducted either.

He was about to ask Solus to replay for him the exact wording Trasque had used, when he finally understood.

In the following two hours, whenever it was his turn, Lith would let his opponent perform his/her attack before neutralizing it when he played the victim, while as the assailant he would give them the time to react.

Doing so costed him several defeats.

Despite all his battle experience against savage and magical beasts, letting the opponent set his/her own rhythm would sometimes put him at a disadvantage that was unsurmountable in such a limited space, with only first magic.