The Black Crow glanced at her, ignoring her. He looked up, pressing his foot against the wall, attempting to climb up by leveraging it.
However, once the conversation started, the Mercury Wooden Horse seemed unable to stop her desire to pour herself out: "We started to learn to read at the age of four. I learned two hundred words in just half a month, but you didn't learn a single one, not even recognizing numbers. Everyone realized you might be cursed by the Void Realm. Back then, I often comforted you, hugged you, but after a few days, I saw you seeking out the Master to train your body, looking completely unfazed. That's when I began to resent you."
"Later on, I summoned my first Technique Spirit and became a Mage. I was excited to share the news with you, only to see you shatter a giant stone with a punch, and suddenly I wasn't happy anymore."
