Friendly Feast

A brief moment of silence passed. Bradok's serious expression remained. As did the man's jovial grin.

"So… That's why…" Bradok took in a long, deep breath. "This… Baby girl, I forbid you to question this man's identity any further."

"... Okay." Stunned by the remark, Ania had nothing else to say.

Then, Bradok began laughing, returning to his usual demeanor. He looked to Oli inside the raging energy and shouted with all his strength, "I'll leave it to you, boy! Make us proud!"

"Dad–"

"We're leaving, Ania."

Unsatisfied, Ania said, "But he hasn't finished explaining–"

"So he's in there to increase affinity. And then he'll come see us before more training," Bradok replied with a cheeky smile. "What more is there to know?"

"That…" She didn't want to leave so soon. But looking back at the king cultivator, her father, and almighty stranger, what more could she do. "You promise I'll see him before the tournament begins?"