Sunlight continued to spill across the Training Ground.
Watching Osborne's performance, Rex finally relaxed. Osborne had met his expectations. Judging by the increase in Osborne's strength, it had undoubtedly doubled. The figures would certainly not be exact, and there might be some discrepancies, but that was perfectly normal. After all, Rex's current method of measuring strength could not possibly be precise down to the smallest fraction.
As long as Osborne met his expectations, everything that followed would be easy. Rex took out the Tomes of Strength and motioned for Osborne and Ulysses to use them.
Rex was somewhat reluctant to give Ulysses this Tome of Strength. The chances of Ulysses gaining much more from it were already slim. But if he brought out just one Tome of Strength specifically for Osborne, Ulysses would consider it unfair. From Rex's perspective, however, what was wrong with that?
The Tomes of Strength belonged to him. Even if he gave one only to Osborne and none to Ulysses, that was his own choice. No one had any say in the matter.
Unfortunately, not everyone in the world could be so broad-minded.
Favoring one person over another had always been a recipe for trouble.
The better and more precious the item, the more resentment it could provoke. That resentment was not necessarily a problem in itself. If it was addressed immediately, nothing would come of it. But sometimes, as time passed, something might happen that acted as a catalyst, turning dissatisfaction into hatred. Once hatred emerged, the relationship between the two sides would rapidly deteriorate. Viewed through the lens of prejudice, even ordinary matters could spark one incident after another.
If he gave Ulysses nothing now, it would surely leave a thorn in his heart and create a rift between them. After all, the value