"What's the matter?"
When his adoptive father looked over at him, Noah, who had been gently swaying his tail, admiring the beauty of the technique, and enjoying the serene vastness of sky and mountains, suddenly had a bad premonition.
"How much did you remember?"
As Noah felt inexplicably uneasy, Casius abruptly asked.
"Remember what?"
Noah was truly baffled, and his tail stopped swaying because he noticed that his adoptive father's gaze was fixed on his tail.
"Naturally, it is the Combat Technique I demonstrated!"
Casius's gaze at Noah had changed. Looking at the Golden Dragon before him, he recalled how his partner had often sighed with admiration by his ear.
Noah is a genius in all domains; it seems nothing in this world could stump him, nor is there any knowledge he cannot learn!
He couldn't recall how many times he had heard such evaluations, so often that he eventually ignored them, not taking them to heart.
