A Smile That Meant Too Much
"Junior Brother, this move must be very powerful, right? Is it a God-grade Sacred Art?"
Maya couldn't make sense of it no matter how she turned it over in her mind. The more she thought about his words, the stranger they felt—too layered, too vivid, almost… personal.
So she gave up trying to decode it alone and simply asked.
Her voice was softer now, curiosity wrapped with something faintly restless.
Leon looked at her.
Then he smiled.
A slow, easy smile—like he already knew exactly where her thoughts had wandered.
"I think so."
He said it casually, almost lazily.
But there was weight behind it.
The kind of weight that didn't need explanation.
Because to him… that moment, that "technique"… it was sacred.
More than sacred.
Maya's eyes lit up instantly.
So I was right…
A God-grade Sacred Art.
