"Ok... If you are so smart, why didn't you do anything meaningful with your life?" Sunny asked, turning to face Draco.
"Because I was powerless," Draco replied, the words a hollow echo.
He waved his hand, and the visual on the screen shifted. Sunny watched as Draco, a younger version of himself, practiced with a wooden sword. With a swift, fluid motion, he swung the blade, sending a crescent of energy slicing through the air. The energy blade soared forward, bisecting a towering mountain with effortless grace.
"....?!" Sunny was stunned into silence.
"Wow! My son is the best! At age 15, you are already in the Heavenly Rank! I am so proud!!" A woman's voice rang out. She walked toward the young Draco, her hands clapping, a beautiful, proud smile on her face.
"Heavenly Rank? No... That isn't right." Sunny turned to Draco, his expression a mixture of surprise and disbelief.
