Oliver has talent—Dante figured that much from the start of their first sparring session. Even while restricting himself so he would be on the same level as a basic human, Dante still had enough confidence to know that no Level 0 would be able to stand their ground against him, but Oliver proved him wrong.
'To think he wasn't just some jolly idiot…'
The blonde one had better reflexes than he did the first few times he got beaten by that homeless bastard. Dante was still a bit of a pampered upper-class kid back then, so it wasn't too strange for someone who lived in a dangerous place such as White Hill to have better fighting skills. Still, for him to be able to stand his ground like that, it ticked Dante off a little.
'It would be hilarious if he figured this out first…'
