Tyrion was deep in thought, weighing his options for a mentor.
Back on Earth, he was already considered a strong mage thanks to his ability to summon a high spirit. But his shortcomings were just as clear—an average physique and no mastery of supreme techniques.
To compensate, he decided to approach Sid.
He remembered my earlier warning:
"Sid… That Onmyoji is capable of far more than he lets on. When I faced him, I couldn't uncover much about his abilities. When you meet him, don't let fear take hold. He's… dangerously formidable."
Swallowing hard, Tyrion steeled himself and stepped into the dojo where Sid was meditating.
A hunched back, a gaunt frame, and a razor tongue—how had someone like this even been accepted among the Onmyoji?
"What do you want, child?"
Tyrion froze. Sid hadn't even opened his eyes, yet he knew exactly who had entered.
"S–Sir Sid… I've come with a request. Please… allow me to become your student."
