The line went quiet for a moment before the man chuckled again, surprised.
Of all people, hearing her agree with such an assessment carried a certain weight.
Yara straightened in her chair, her posture tightening, her sharp gaze flickered toward the glowing monitor, her voice low but edged with authority.
"But most importantly," she said slowly, "you mentioned he hadn't awakened when he was kicked out of his house, correct?"
The reply came instantly, and smooth.
"Yes. He wasn't awakened. In fact, he never even picked out a weapon or trained a single day in his life."
Her brows furrowed. She leaned forward, tension drawing a line between her eyes.
"But… during his assessment, he performed like someone who has been training relentlessly all his life. No, more than that. His combat wasn't refined, true, but his adaptability, his execution in every other aspect, was flawless. He's ranked among the highest of normal people, that has no ability, no technique, nothing."
