If Simon could shed a tear, he would. More than anything one could ever imagine.
A man's fists and claws are the only weapons a man needs?
Never in his two lifetimes would he believe that those words would come out of his mouth.
He was a believer of the fact that swords, spears, guns, and the likes were far deadlier and more important to any warrior compared to his fists.
He had argued over this topic with one of the strongest fist martial artists on earth in his past life.
They dueled without using aether or any skills. Just pure martial art techniques.
And obviously, he won.
He showed why exactly fist users were extremely limited in what they could do, and after that day, he fell more in love with the sword.
He wholeheartedly missing swinging a sword and having a sword by his waist.
Unfortunately for him, he encountered a damned chaos wraps that prevented him from using a sword or even any weapon for that matter.
'Sigh.'
'It is what it is.'
