"You were fourteen?" He was only a few years older when he started his training, and older still when he took up arms as a sellsword; he would have been disbelieving had he not seen the way Mukuro carried herself- to say naught of her 'practice' with an unfamiliar blade.

"Surely not," he finally pushed out through his astonishment in reply to her question. "I've never heard of such a thing, or a rank or title of SHSL. Though I was once a cadet in employ of my homeland's order..."

It was his turn to look back ahead to their path, but for him the story wasn't such a casual affair. His pondering quickly became brooding.

"...but ill fit to the mold they'd asked me to fill."