Alius clicked his tongue as he recalled the scene from a moment ago.0

How in the world can they fight like that?0

It wasn’t as though they had displayed superhuman skills. This was far from the transcendent power wielded by warriors who had awakened their aura or high-ranking mages.0

The strength of their swordsmanship and magic was clearly at an ordinary level.0

Yet, their sheer mastery defied imagination. They read every attack in advance and dodged with precision. Every weak spot was exploited as if laid bare before them. And they performed all of this with relentless accuracy, without a single mistake, and with not even the slightest hint of tension. How much battle experience must one have to achieve such a feat?0

And they’re still in their twenties. At best, they’re about my age—where could they have possibly gained that kind of experience?1

Even Alius, who had far more experience than most his age, couldn’t compare to the pair.0

Could they be hiding their true strength?0

But it didn’t add up. There was no reason for them to hide their abilities, and anyone trying to conceal their power wouldn’t blatantly showcase such advanced battle tactics. The idea was laughable. That left only one conclusion.0

They were prodigies. Although still young and unable to awaken their aura or possess enormous reserves of mana, their raw talent was so extraordinary that they could achieve such feats purely through instinct and battle sense.0

Wow, and I thought I was considered a prodigy back in the church...1

Though he feigned humility before others, Alius was well aware of his own talents. It wasn’t arrogance—it was simple recognition of the fact that he could master tasks with ease that...0