Noah nodded, "I've already learned some B-level thunder magic at the academy, and next semester they'll teach some A-level thunder magic knowledge, so I want to familiarize myself with it here with you in advance."
High emotional intelligence: Familiarize myself with it here with Dad in advance.
Low emotional intelligence: Next semester, I'll outdo my classmates.
Noah has always been very clear about what she needs, especially when it comes to studying.
Such students don't need constant supervision to study, and teachers find it easy to teach them.
The "A-level" and "B-level" she mentioned refer to the difficulty of learning magic.
Both humans and dragons use English letters to distinguish the difficulty of learning magic, but due to the significant differences between the two races, the same magic might be A-level for humans and B-level for dragons.
Of course, these are minor issues. Leon has made a lot of preparations beforehand and won't make mistakes like mixing up the grading system, which would be detrimental to Noah's learning.
It can be said that for the sake of his precious daughter, Leon has completely relearned a set of magic grading systems, relying solely on rote memorization without any tricks.
"A-level magic... that's fine," Leon said.
The difficulty of learning a magic spell often represents the ultimate effect of that magic.
For example, a C-level magic spell's damage is almost always inferior to that of an A-level magic spell.
But why say "often" and "almost"?
Because there are always exceptions.
Magic is divided into combat types, skill types, and auxiliary types. Noah hasn't touched on these yet, so Leon didn't delve into these redundant details, only briefly mentioning the concept.
Noah listened attentively. After she roughly understood the deeper levels of magic grading, Leon got straight to the point.
"Then, Dad will first teach you the most practical of all A-level thunder magics, also Dad's favorite."
"Mm-hmm!", Noah wagged her little tail, extremely excited.
She no longer minds expressing any of her feelings in front of Leon.
Please, this is her dad, not those childish adults outside. What's wrong with acting cute and spoiled in front of her dad?
Leon extended his right hand, palm up, fingers bent, and then activated his magic power.
In an instant, faint lightning flickered, enveloping Leon's entire hand, countless arcs of electricity rubbing against the air, emitting crisp crackling sounds.
The light reflected in Noah's pupils, her mouth slightly open, her little face full of envy.
As the perennial top student in the young dragon department, Noah could immediately see the difficulty of this A-level magic.
Gathering high-purity thunder magic at one point and steadily attaching it to the hand is completely different from simply gathering energy.
It could easily hurt oneself.
And to achieve the proficiency that Leon has, not only does it require a lot of practice, but also a certain amount of talent.
"This move has two release methods," As Leon spoke, he brought Noah to a practice dummy. He used his hand like a knife, thrusting it out at high speed, and the hand wrapped in lightning energy easily pierced through the practice dummy.
"The first method is like this, releasing it on the spot, utilizing the high burst characteristics of thunder magic to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy."
The most lethal moves often adopt the simplest and most unpretentious methods of attack, which is the advantage of thunder magic.
"Oh, what about the second method?"
"The second method requires the user to have keen insight and superb physical skills," Leon said.
"When you have some distance from the enemy, you can use that distance to sprint at high speed, and upon reaching the attack range, use this move to attack the enemy. The inertia from the high-speed sprint will greatly increase the penetration power of this move, definitely stronger than releasing it on the spot, but also more dangerous."
Noah's mind stirred slightly, and she nodded, "So that's why you said keen observation and physical skills are needed, to prevent being interrupted or ambushed during the high-speed sprint, right?"
Leon smiled, reached out, and patted Noah's head, "Noah is very smart, that's exactly it."
"Then, Dad, does this move have a name?"
"Yes, of course it does," Leon gathered thunder magic again, and the electric arcs made sharp crackling sounds in the air.
"Because when used, the magic energy rubs against the air, making this sharp sound, like a thousand birds chirping, so the name of this move is—"
Noah opened her beautiful big eyes, "It's called~"
"Thunder Thrust."
The most lethal moves not only have the simplest and most unpretentious methods of attack but also the simplest and most unpretentious names.
But—
"But, Dad, what does this name have to do with the thousand birds chirping you just mentioned...", Even Noah couldn't help but slightly complain.
"Nothing, Dad was just showing off his metaphor skills, want Dad to teach you some too?"
Noah grinned, "Haha, Dad, you're so funny."
Of course, there's a bit of a connection.
The dragon race calls this kind of thunder magic that combines with physical skills "Thunder Thrust," simple and brutal with no novelty, just like their classic starting skill "Dragon Flame."
'A bunch of barbaric races that only know how to fight and kill, not elegant at all.'
'When it comes to naming, it's up to us humans,' Leon thought.
'After humans developed this magic, because of the bird chirping sound it makes when used, they gave it a more vivid and meaningful name—'
'Thousand Birds.'
Ahem, of course, Leon couldn't tell Noah this name, not even jokingly saying "Dad has a nice name here."
Because with Noah's intelligence, if she ever saw this move's name in a book as something humans came up with, it would be hard not to connect her old father with humans.
After being influenced by the educational philosophy of Saint Heath Academy, her human dad might just become her graduation project.
Leon shook his head, dispelling the whimsical thoughts.
But since he had diverged to this point, he had to consider the relationship between his human identity and his daughters.
And just then, the sound of stepping on snow came from the entrance of the practice field.
The father and daughter turned to look.
It was Rossweise.
She stood in the snow, wrapped in a thick silver cloak, her figure graceful and upright, her delicate face as pure as the first snow.
"Mommy~"
Luna stood next to two snowballs, one big and one small, waving her little arm at Rossweise.
Rossweise also waved back, then turned her gaze to Leon and Noah.
Judging from the destroyed practice dummy next to the father and daughter, they must be teaching some offensive magic.
"Don't hurt yourself when using magic, Noah," Rossweise didn't intend to interfere with Leon's teaching of their eldest daughter. He's very good at teaching children and doesn't need her to worry.
"Okay, Mommy," Noah responded and then focused on gathering thunder elemental magic in her hand.
Leon looked up at the silver-haired beauty, snowflakes falling on her head and shoulders, standing straight, more beautiful than a finely crafted porcelain doll.
Rossweise also returned his gaze.
But the couple didn't say anything, just a quick glance, and Rossweise withdrew her gaze, walking over to Luna.
Dad takes care of the big one, Mommy takes care of the small one, a reasonable division of labor.
"Luna, are you making a snowman?", Rossweise walked up.
"Mm-hmm, Luna rolled out the snowman's body and head, but... but Luna is too short to put them together," Luna looked up, her beautiful, sparkling big eyes seeking help from her Mommy.
Rossweise smiled, "Then let Mommy help you, okay?"
"Okay~"
Rossweise nodded, walked forward, bent down to pick up the snowman's head, but with her nearly four-month pregnant belly already somewhat noticeable, she had to exert a bit more effort to straighten up.
Seeing this, the little dragon girl quickly ran to the side, raising her arms high to help her Mommy hold the other side of the snowball, even standing on tiptoe, her tail seemingly putting in effort too.
Finally, with the cooperation of the mother and daughter, the snowman's head was perfectly placed on its body.
"Mommy is so great!", Luna ran over, shaking Rossweise's wrist.
Rossweise rubbed her head, "Luna is great too. Now the snowman's face is bare, let's make its eyes, mouth, and so on."
"Okay!"
Rossweise has experienced over two hundred winters but has never made a snowman with anyone.
Even when she was a child, she wasn't interested in such games. When Isa called her out to make snowmen or have snowball fights, she remained indifferent.
She didn't understand what sense of achievement could be gained from rolling a pile of snow into a big ball and then stacking it into a human shape.
For Rossweise at that time, rather than wasting time on such things, it was better to read more books and practice more magic.
Even during the first winter of her two daughters, she merely stood by and watched them play, not joining in.
But after being with Leon for so long, she has gradually shed a mother's arrogance that she shouldn't have.
From having the sisters change their address from "Mother" to "Mommy," to the family portrait, school sports day, and Noah's "Parental Love" essay, to now making a snowman with Luna.
She has really changed a lot.
In the past, she would never wholeheartedly engage in such activities.
She doesn't want to admit that Leon has changed her, but all the subtle changes started after he woke up.
'Well, the changes are only related to the daughters, influenced by Leon.'
Her attitude towards prisoners of war, this queen will never change.
After shutting these random thoughts, the snowman's eyes, mouth, and arms have all found suitable substitutes.
Only a nose was missing.
The mother and daughter stood in front of the nearly completed snowman, the little dragon girl scratching her hair with a thin layer of snowflakes, saying, "Luna can't find a suitable branch for the nose."
Rossweise was about to say something when she heard footsteps behind her.
Turning around, it was Leon.
"Wow, made it so fast," Leon looked at the snowman, his gaze falling on the nose, "Why is there still a nose missing?"
"The branches are too thin, not good for a nose," Luna said.
Leon crouched down, pinching Luna's soft little nose, "Then make it like Luna's nose, wouldn't that work?"
"But Mommy said that would make the snowman lack character."
Leon picked up Luna, walking over to Rossweise, "How would it lack character? A little nose is so cute."
"What's cute is Luna, not the shape of the nose," Rossweise said indifferently.
She has gradually forgotten the cuteness is a derogatory term for dragons she once told Leon.
No choice, because Rossweise couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe her daughters, so she just went along with Leon.
"A snowman should have a long nose," Rossweise said.
Leon raised an eyebrow, "I think it should have a small nose."
"Long nose."
"Small nose."
"Long nose!"
"Okay okay, long nose," Leon didn't argue with the pregnant wife.
He looked around, "But it seems you haven't found anything to serve as a long nose."
"Hmph, no need to look, I brought it with me before I came."
Rossweise said, "Just about to take it out when you came over."
Leon blinked, thinking Rossweise was implying he wasn't seriously teaching Noah but came over to join the fun, so he explained, "Noah is practicing quite well over there, so I came over to see you guys."
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