"This is too extreme, Uranos isn't even three years old yet!"
Tidel frowned deeply. He could not accept such a level of training intensity, nor could he accept that his son often endured such battles.
"So what? Look at your pitiful appearance."
A voice full of frustration rang out, and a spirit light shined in the sky, tearing space apart. Then, a slender young girl emerged, holding the hand of a rosy-cheeked, lively, yet elegantly poised little girl.
"Dragon Dad!"
The moment Gwendolin crossed space and saw the Golden Dragon, she broke free from her grandmother's hand and rushed towards the dragon below, just like a fledgling sparrow returning to the forest, without even casting a Falling Feather Technique.
"Reckless!"
Noah raised his tail, also casting no spells, nor disturbing any elements, yet merely by the turbulence caused by his tail, he securely caught Little Gwen in free fall from high above, letting her lie on the tail without receiving any impact injury.
"Mother!"
