I remember the feeling of my father holding young me, placing me on his shoulders to gaze at the distant mountains.
My father, Inega II, was the most powerful person in the world. Perhaps in terms of pure strength, Teacher Hiliard was stronger, but even Teacher Hiliard was drawn to him, becoming part of his power. No one would separate the two.
He was like the real sun, guiding our direction in the sky, heralding the arrival of daylight. No matter who it was, even enemies could see the future illuminated by this light, hence they feared, hence they worried.
I am not the eldest son, nor the youngest. I am not burdened with any expectations. Though I share the Sunbird Blood, I did not wish to reach the Fifth Energy Level; I had no desire to compete with my other siblings. I merely wanted to enjoy the tranquility of being the son of the Pioneer Emperor, a peace and calmness as if having a mountain to rely on.
