"Have you been in touch with Hertz and the others lately?" Roland asked Sephiria over dinner.
"No. Why?" Sephiria shook her head. She'd been devoting herself entirely to training lately and hadn't paid much attention to what was happening elsewhere.
"Hertz and Ashita's children were born. They had twins—a boy and a girl."
"They should've had children ages ago. By the way, what's the potential of the two kids like?" Sephiria showed some concern for the Saiyan offspring.
"The boy's a mid-class warrior, while the girl's only a low-class warrior. But Saiyans shouldn't be judged by low-class and mid-class rankings anymore. Sometimes even a low-class warrior can surpass a mid-class one."
"Mm, not bad." Sephiria nodded slightly.
In the past, Sephiria might have argued with him. After all, she was an upper-class warrior herself and had been quite proud of her rank. But not anymore. Good training and cultivation techniques could make up for natural disadvantages. Roland was a living example of that. Even setting him aside, the low-class Saiyans on Planet Kasha had clearly grown stronger than Saiyans of comparable potential after training with Hertz, which was proof enough.
Even the non-combatants on Planet Kasha, who had seemed destined never to surpass a thousand in battle power, now had the potential to become warriors...
Of course, potential still placed considerable limits on a Saiyan's achievements. For example, if a mid-class warrior and a low-class warrior underwent exactly the same training, the mid-class warrior would still come out ahead. But compared to the days of Planet Vegeta, the difference was no longer so obvious.
The old rigid boundaries between Saiyans of different classes were starting to disappear.
After lunch, Roland and the others sparred as usual. As Roland's strength steadily grew, Sephiria could no longer afford to let her guard