At this moment, Elizabeth Campbell spoke up, glaring angrily at her father: "Dad..."
I waved my hand, not wanting Elizabeth's rare visit home to escalate into a conflict with her father. I smiled and said, "Senior brother, fighting might not be appropriate. How about we engage in a friendly match instead?"
Walter Mitchell looked at Dennis Campbell, who sipped his tea and nodded indirectly, prompting Walter to say, "Alright, but just a simple match might be a bit of a waste. After all, the techniques we learned in the military camp can't be fully displayed here."
I smiled and looked at Walter, saying, "Senior brother, your left leg is slightly longer than your right, which indicates you're skilled in leg techniques and a left-hander. The calluses on your knuckles show you're adept at close combat with fists and feet. However, the calluses on your fingers are a bit worn, suggesting it's been a long time since you've practiced. Am I right?"
