The Association had its own considerations too?
Seated on his Flaming Centipede, Ruger had already left the tree-stump Wooden House he had stumbled upon by chance-or perhaps been drawn to-but those words still occupied his thoughts. Was he, the great Wizard Ruger, not qualified enough? Or was there some other reason? What a strange organization.
What surprised him most was that this peculiar Wizard organization, which he had assumed was founded on a shared hobby, was not only astonishingly ancient and mysterious, but even dreamed of saving the world.
Ruger pursed his lips and took out his newly acquired scroll.
To be honest, he was rather disappointed in the Fluffy Enthusiasts Association. It had nothing to do with its level of power or its excessive mystery. Rather, his brief encounter with that fellow had made him realize that not everyone in it was fluffy.
He tilted his head and thought it over. He really should have realized this long ago, considering Wizard Jillian, whom he knew best.
Fluffy enthusiasts did not necessarily have to be fluffy themselves, or even use those bizarre Ascension Rituals. Perhaps, among the members of that enthusiasts association, it was common to meet only one of those criteria on their supernatural paths.
Take that Eight-Ring Wizard, Gong En, for instance: a Hairless One, and even a terrifying baldy. Of course, according to that fellow, the great Wizard's path was inseparable from all sorts of fluffy things, so he at least met one criterion.
But Ruger felt that someone like him, who was fluffy himself and whose Ascension Ritual was also a fluffy creation, ought to embody the Association's spirit in its most authentic form.
Unfortunately, he was not a member of that peculiar Wizard organization.
Ruger unfurled the scroll.
He both cared and did not care