Months since being kidnapped into this dark and gloomy underground.

The Dark Elf boy, Gaizerus, was, as usual, being beaten by the leader of the Dark Elf group, Baraklava, under the guise of training.

“Why...! Until when...!”

Though he was being overwhelmingly pushed back by the captain’s attacks, the boy still managed to land a few sharp counterattacks in between.

“I’m just supposed to be receiving training!”

Clang!

Because of that, even the captain couldn’t continue the sparring with ease.

“...Do you want to take the test?”

“Yeah. I’m sick of this training.”

The boy gripped a wooden training stick.