Hey hey, old man! Why so quick to send me out?" Razeal called out, catching up as the elder's back retreated into the bamboo forest. "It's alright if you don't wanna take me as a disciple, but how about I get more of that material instead? Then teach me more, yeah?"
Honestly, he was still very interested in learning from this guy. He wasn't giving up so easily.
"I don't need them now," the old man replied curtly, waving a hand without turning around. "Maybe if they ever go low, I'll think about it. But forget it for now."
What a stingy geezer, Razeal cursed inwardly. And racist too, he added with a bitter twist of humor, still annoyed about that earlier bloodline rejection.
He clicked his tongue and kept trying. He pulled out every argument he could think of logic, flattery, even manipulation but nothing worked. The old man was like an iron wall, unmoving. Rejection after rejection.
Eventually, Razeal gave up at least on that front.
