Noah's first step of training had ended with good results. From just one small session, he could see that they were on the right track.
The improvements weren't dramatic, but they were there. And that alone was enough progress for him to be satisfied.
Still, he could tell that his situation was special compared to the others. The way he processed mana, the way he adjusted after simply observing the drake's demonstration, none of them could replicate it the same way.
It wasn't that they lacked intelligence. It wasn't that they lacked discipline. It was something simpler, yet deeper.
Spirit.
Noah's spirit was unusually dense. When he decided on something, his mind, body, and soul aligned behind that intent with barely any friction. There was no hesitation between thought and execution. No internal resistance when he forced a correction.
His mind conceived the picture; his spirit painted it, and his body followed, despite the existence of an original painting.
