Netero and Ging's latent aura capacities were now several hundred thousand points higher than Ponzu's 628,000.
Discovering this left Odin marveling.
Talent really could be infuriating.
Still, his own talent was astounding, and he had his homemade cheat at hand, so he never really felt overwhelmed by anyone else's incredible talent.
When Odin told Ponzu about it, however, she was astonished.
But she soon put it out of her mind.
Her talent might not be great, falling short of Netero and Ging's, or even Morel's and the others'.
But she had luck they didn't: she'd found herself a good man. Hehe.
The group entered the forest.
After a few hundred meters, the light grew dimmer and dimmer.
The canopy blocked out the sunlight overhead almost completely, with only an occasional shaft of light slipping through the gaps.
The air was damp and smelled of rot. Everyone in the group had already put on gas masks.
Odin didn't want to wear one, so he formed a membrane of aura over his face to filter the air.
With the Horse Talisman, he didn't have to worry about any nasty surprises.
But he didn't want to smell that stench.
As they walked, the fallen leaves underfoot grew thicker. Some people sank halfway up their feet when they stepped on them, severely slowing their progress.
Odin sighed and stopped walking straight ahead, instead picking out places where they could get firm footing.
That immediately sped up the group's progress.
Quite a few people noticed, but none said much about it.
A sound came from ahead.
It wasn't footsteps, but some creature's low call. The sound was deep, like a feline's threatening growl.
Kite signaled for everyone to stop.
A creature crouched on a branch several dozen meters ahead.
It was shaped like a cat,