"A shield? You can't be serious?" Sergio's eyelids twitched.
Jamal and Shia exchanged skeptical glances. It wasn't that shields were useless, but they weren't exactly seen as prime picks either. After all, they were called weapons for a reason… and a shield didn't quite qualify.
"Yep, this is what I want," Arthur said with an easy smile as he dusted off the old shield. "I've always dreamed of wielding a massive shield, protecting my family and friends behind it."
Silence followed.
Then someone blurted out what they were all thinking:
"Arthur, are you really going to base your future on a childhood dream?"
Everyone had once wanted to be a hero, to save the day, protect the innocent, and change the world. But most outgrew that fantasy, reshaping it into something more practical.
Arthur, however, hadn't changed at all.
"It's best to give it up," Levi murmured with a smile.
