Mrs. Kujukuri turned at his words and glanced at the wall.
"Him." This woman seemed to have an excellent memory; she actually remembered her husband's enormous group of apprentices clearly. "His name was Kinoshita. He was the most gifted child I'd ever met—though I feel a little sorry saying that about Sanada, if Sanada was a genius, then Kinoshita was a genius among geniuses."
Jiang Xia looked at the person in the photograph a few more times and said regretfully, "That impressive?"
Sanada Kazumi was already one of the standouts of the younger generation, his sleight-of-hand no less skilled than that of most veteran masters. Someone even more gifted than him... might have been a watered-down version of Kid.
It would have been wonderful if genius magicians could steadily produce Magic Sources like Kid did, but unfortunately...
As a Spirit Medium sank into thought.
Beside him, Conan was equally surprised. He had once watched Sanada Kazumi perform and knew full well the weight of Mrs. Kujukuri's words. But if that was the case...
"Kinoshita? I don't think I've ever heard of him." Conan looked at the young man in the photograph. "Could it be that he easily grasped the supreme realm of magic, got bored, and retired from the world?"
Mrs. Kujukuri shook her head with a bitter smile. "If only that were true. But it wasn't—fourteen years ago, he suffered an accident while practicing Escape Magic and died far too young."
As she spoke, she belatedly realized something. "Little one, there are so many photographs hanging here. Why did you have to ask about him?"
Conan had long understood why he found this photograph so unusual. It was not just the almost miraculous magic in the picture, but also because...
"The other photographs are all dusty, but this one