Dante grabbed a chair and sat down. He looked at the old man, picking up some plates and preparing him a meal.
"Here." The old man placed a glass of water and slid across the table.
Dante grabbed the glass. It was ice cold. The old man likely got the water from outside.
He also added a tea bag. Dante pinched up with his two fingers and swung around. He called out and pointed at the tea bag.
"I think you got it wrong, Kage." Dante said. "The water is cold."
The old man looked up from his cooking. "Just heat up with mana. I am told that you are quite good at it."
"I am just trying to stay low." Dante smiled.
He channeled mana into his palm and changed into fire mana. He lowered the intensity of the fire mana and ingested into the water.
Soon, the water surged and boiled. He waved his hand at the vapor and inhaled.
After that, he slowly dropped the tea bag and waited.
"I have been meaning to ask. Why do you call me Kage?" The old man asked.
