Zusur reflected silently upon Caelum's words.
Being only seven years old while already possessing the skill of an expert swordsman was unquestionably monstrous talent, though what truly puzzled him was how a child like this had even managed to survive long enough to arrive in that frozen land.
'I remember playing in mud while running around in my underwear at that age…' Zusur thought with a complicated expression while comparing his own childhood to Caelum's.
Even during his own era, there would have been very few talents capable of matching someone like this boy.
After sighing lightly, Zusur suddenly spoke in a much deeper tone than before.
"Your talent is exceptional, and you still possess an absurd amount of time to grow stronger," he said calmly.
"However, the world is filled with unpleasant people who would gladly destroy a genius before they mature. Learn to hide your abilities properly and only reveal them during moments of crises."
