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"Well, didn't Medea do a number on him?" I asked. "If it wasn't for the Tokyo Trio intervening, they would have died... I don't know if he'd trust us."
"Yeah, I'm aware, but as her friend, he might consider it," my father said. "As for Medea... I wish she'd succeeded, but she was vastly outnumbered. She only sent an Arcane Avatar and didn't go with her true body, which is for the best anyway. You saw the wound she received from that attack, right?"
"I healed it, though," I giggled. "It contained a delicious Divine Essence I assimilated into my being. I learned a bit of that god's technique, or rather, part of its philosophy, instructions, and formula, but not entirely."
I had gained a Skill, but what are Skills compared to a masterful technique? What I obtained as a Skill could never compare to the real thing.
Maybe later I should learn to convert Skills into proper Martial Arts or Cultivation Methods by reverse-engineering them.
