Water God Reida murmured as she looked toward Nina, who stood in the arena with a stunned expression after defeating her apprentice.
"Nina would be well suited to the Water God Style. What do you think, Gall? Should I teach her?"
"Hmph. Fine by me, if you're willing to teach her the real thing."
"What? Nothing to say about my apprentice?"
"She's strong, but she relies too much on sensing killing intent. If she relied on instinct instead, Nina might not have beaten her. Even Eris might have lost."
Water God Reida smiled.
"What's this? No biting remarks?"
Sword God Gall folded his arms with a snort. His gaze deepened as he looked at Isolte lying on the ground.
"Like I said, your apprentice has talent. She's had training, and she's got the gift. What she lacks is a genius for a master. She figured out how to sense killing intent on her own, didn't she?"
"That's right. She worked it out herself. I only taught her the basics of Water God Style swordsmanship. But I don't think anyone can teach Isolte swordsmanship. My granddaughter's talent far surpasses mine. I even think she could master every secret technique of the Water God Style."
"Is that so? I can think of someone who could teach her."
"Who?"
Sword God Gall smiled at Water God Reida.
Reida looked puzzled for a moment. Then her pupils contracted, and her teacup trembled, spilling tea.
"You aren't thinking of asking him, are you?!"
"Hmph. Of course not. I'm not ready to challenge him yet, and you don't want to meet your maker early either."
"True..." Reida sipped her tea.
"But would he teach Isolte?"
"He would."
A week later.
"Please teach me!"
At the Villa's entrance, Cain watched Isolte bow deeply before him. His mouth