Javier glanced around again, his eyes scanning the rooftops and the distant treeline before he turned back to his brothers, his hands moving in quick, questioning signals.
[Why do you two want to use hand signals?]
Marcellus's shoulders slumped, his face twisting into a look of pure dislike. He let out a quiet sigh before raising his hands again.
[You know Father is monitoring right now, right? At least if we use our special hand signal, he won't understand what we're saying.]
Cedric nodded, rubbing his chin with a smirk as his hands moved in smooth, deliberate signals.
[True. It's our secret language. We've been using it for so long. There's no way Father can decode it.]
Just as Javier was about to respond with another hand signal, all three of their mana talkies crackled to life simultaneously. Garius's voice came through, calm and composed, carrying a weight that made all three of them flinch and snap to attention.
"You all think I don't know about your hand signals? Hmm?"
