As usual, Goldwyn shook his hand and introduced himself with a loud, confident voice. "I am Goldwyn. I like shiny things, and I like fighting."
Then he raised his voice even louder as if he was afraid that no one would be able to hear him. He said, "If I remember, you're that boy that I beat at bet twenty years ago. What's your name again? I rarely remember losers."
As he spoke, he shook Arthur's hand with a terrible grip, so Arthur decided not to be polite. He also gripped Goldwyn's hand and squeezed it tightly while saying, "I am Arthur. I was the one who beat your fighting excellence record and forced you to run to the inner sect in order to avoid shame."
Goldwyn squeezed some words through his gritted teeth. "Nonsense. It was obvious that I went to the inner sect in order not to bully you and the others."
Arthur asked with mockery, "So it wasn't bullying when you beat a disciple that had only entered the sect for five years in a bet?"
