Maybe it's fate, but I've found the perfect catalyst to hone what you taught me, Father, he thought.
This realization came to his mind as he squared off against the nightmare bearing the appearance of his father; the exact replication of the Mountain God Style along with the mannerisms of his parent was almost a benefit for him. He knew them well, and with his body that had undergone physical changes, he was ready to finally inherit those skills.
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While the clash between 'false' father and son came to its next stage, Sumera struggled to absolve the wound on Kintoki's chest.
"Come on, you big oaf…" Sumera said with tears in her eyes, "You aren't dying like this. Not from a small cut; it was your dream to eat in every land, wasn't it? Even in the demon continent, even among elves…It's your dream to experience all of it, right? What good is it if you die here?"