A young man skin as pale as snow stood and looked out away from his master's abode, this was Karna, his messy white almost translucent hair framing his fair features as soon the hero of charity turned his gaze and his blue eyes noticed his master

Karna: "Master..... you know once a certain person told me that my problem isn't that I say too much, but rather that I say too little. Since then I've been trying to do something about that so let me try to speak Master..."

The son of the sun god turned to fully look at his master, the indian hero seemed to consider his words for quite some time before putting his hand on his chest, a deep breath left Karna's lips before the hero of charity looked right at his Master

Karna: "I've been blessed. You have so much faith in me and I'm even entrusted with such a precious treasure. I might be the most fortunate of all Heroic Spirits. Thank you, Master. As long as I have this feeling in my heart, my spear shall never fail."