"Ha! Or Master Calci Rust! I didn't know you were selling fights to princes..."

Dear Calci Rust, who offered his hand.

Also, a giant staring at him with an uncomfortable face.

"Are you sure? I tried to hit you, didn't I?

"Ha, do I look that narrow?

"No, the opposite is true. Do I have the right to say no?

"What do you think?

A prince with a nigga and an evil grin.

"Okay, okay. Don't make fun of me. I'll do my best with a tiny force."

A giant man picking up Master Calcirust's hand.

Talking with fists. Trust seems to have been created for each other.

I'll do a bowl with even my enemies on my side.