Lloyd: —Take this! Beast!
Mithos: Cute. —Distortion Blade![1]
Lloyd: Waaaghh!!!
Kratos: Enough! Lloyd, I taught you to be more careful to not leave yourself open to counterattacks when executing a powerful move.
Lloyd: Dammit! I thought for sure that one would hit...
Mithos: Hehe, you’re about a hundred years away from getting a hit on me.
Lloyd: Fine, then let’s go again!
Kratos: Wait. Rest for a moment. You two ought to be getting tired, too.
Mithos: I’m just fine, but Lloyd is just a human, after all. I’d rather wait for a bit than listen to his whining.
Lloyd: You’re so... yeah, okay. Let’s take a break.
Mithos: Wow, so you’re not going to take my bait, then?
Lloyd: Obviously not! My goal is to be a cool, flashy swordsman. Actually, what even made you agree to spar with me?
Mithos: I was the one who Kratos promised to practice with first. And yet you barged in on us, demanding that I check out your new skills...
Kratos: Mithos said that he wouldn’t mind training with you, so I took him at his word.
Lloyd: Wow, really? Well, I guess I’m pretty lucky, then. You don’t get an opportunity like this every day.
Kratos: I agree. I think that sparring with you both will be a good experience for me, as well. We can likely learn from each other.
Mithos: Not that I need to learn anything. But it does feel good to knock Lloyd around under the pretense of sparring—
All right, I’ve been wanting to settle this once and for all: which one of us is the better student in Kratos’s eyes.
Lloyd: You... was that your goal from the very start?
Mithos: What? You don’t like that? Just so you know, you’re not even close to the level I’m at. So you should be more willing to listen to me, since I’m way higher ranking than you.
Lloyd: Hell no! If that’s how you see it, then I’ll be higher up than you once I take you down!
Mithos: You know that this is just how things are determined when we start our training, right...? It’s not a matter of who’s actually better. Of course, there’s no doubt I’m superior in that regard, too.
Lloyd: What did you say?! Bring it on, Mithos!
Kratos: Mithos, don’t provoke him. Lloyd, don’t take his bait. Both of you ought to rest right now.
Martel: Hehe... it seems that Mithos really is envious of Lloyd, after all.
Kratos: Martel... What do you mean by that?
Martel: I had been wondering whether he felt as if Lloyd had stolen you away from him. That’s why he’s so eager to prove his superiority to Lloyd.
I’m sure he probably knows logically that you care about them both, but he still has that childish side to him...
Kratos: ...I see. In that case, I’ll make sure to schedule more training with Mithos.
Martel: Thanks. Hehe, I’m sure he’ll be overjoyed. I hope you’ll always take such good care of your beloved students.