Claw hated receiving help from others. Showing his vulnerable side irritated him more than anything. However, what happened today, when he fell before that monster, made him experience something for the first time.
Helplessness.
He was one of the two people who could have stood against that creature. So, naturally, he should have shouldered responsibility today.
Claw had always trained, hunted, and sharpened his skills so he could face dangers like the giant beast from this morning. When he was told to stay back during the recent expedition, the one Baldon was also part of, he had been annoyed.
His father believed he still lacked the experience to stand against a magical beast.
At that time, Claw had been furious, his chest burning with frustration and pride.
But this morning, he realized those words were not spoken lightly. His father had judged him not by his age, but by his actual capability.
Claw... had nearly died.
