"Ace!"
"Are you all right?!"
Yamato, in her Okuchi no Makami Hybrid Form, rode over on icy mist and arrived before Ace.
Without the slightest regard for the roaring Vermilion Bird Flames,
she tightly gripped his shoulders and looked him over from head to toe.
Fortunately, the flames covering Ace seemed nonexistent to Yamato and did not affect her in the slightest.
"Uh—I'm fine. I'm not hurt. It just seems there was a misunderstanding."
Ace scratched the back of his head awkwardly, his face full of embarrassment.
But Yamato did not care about that.
She glared coldly at the Meteor Tribe warrior restrained by Boros and Dragon.
"You attacked Ace the moment you saw him. Isn't that too much?"
"He's only seven this year!"
The burly Meteor Tribe warrior replied in a deep voice,
"I only saw a blaze carrying the aura of a powerful beast flying toward our territory."
"World Government officials told us before that we could retaliate without restraint against anyone who entered our territory."
That was indeed what had happened.
Ace was still young, and his aura had been completely concealed by the Vermilion Bird. His body had also been enveloped in flames.
So, from their perspective, it looked like a powerful beast was planning to attack their territory.
That was why he had gone all out from the start.
Now the matter was clear.
Dragon released his grip on the man's neck, while Issho lowered his blade as well.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean any harm. I just wanted to see what the Meteor Tribe was like, and I got too excited after suddenly being able to fly."
Ace bowed in apology to the towering Meteor Tribe warrior.
The Vermilion Bird in its wing-spread form also returned to his body, leaving behind only enough flame