In his previous life as a citizen of Dragon Country, Leon had seen plenty of scenic mountains and rivers when he visited his rural hometown.
But in this life, Leon had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth. Accustomed to the bustling traffic of modern cities, he had almost no experience of being surrounded by lush mountains and clear waters.
So Ta Lo's scenery gave Leon, who had always lived amid steel and concrete, an entirely different feeling.
Wisps of rising white mist that no wind could disperse wreathed the verdant mountain in the distance where the Soul Eater was sealed. Like strands of cotton that could not be pulled apart, they lent the landscape a natural freshness, yet also carried a thick melancholy and the oppressive sense of an approaching storm.
The air was visibly humid, and crystalline dewdrops fell from the tips of the green grass from time to time.
As Hulk transformed and grew angry, whole swaths of dewdrops were shaken loose.
Faced with that primal violence, the green grass could only suffer merciless trampling.
Yet Ying Nan, who stood nearby with her hands behind her back as she instructed Hulk, did not disturb a single dewdrop through all her movements and shifting footwork.
The contrast made the difference in their mastery immediately clear.
Thump, thump, thump!
"Training isn't fun! Hulk doesn't want to train!"
The green giant, nearly three meters tall, jumped up and down like a child who had never grown up, resisting Ying Nan's instruction.
Yes, even with Leon's orders, Hulk had always relied on overwhelming strength to defeat any technique. Asking him to practice Tai Chi, learn to deflect immense force with a light touch, and overcome strength with softness was still far too much to ask of this child.
"Sigh..."