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Noia’s winter break has arrived.
Leon had promised her earlier that he would teach her some advanced thunder magic during the break.
To prepare for this, Leon had to rush to solve his mana depletion problem.
Although he still hadn’t found the real “cause,” over the past month, Leon had successfully tricked his body with a combination of underhanded tactics and clever deception, storing a substantial amount of mana in the Dragon Pattern.
With this stored mana, he could easily give demonstrations or teach Noia without breaking a sweat.
Of course, Leon also owed some of his mana accumulation to that mother dragon.
Since that night in the photo, their relationship had softened a bit—
At least it wasn’t as brutal as the previous “one disagreement leads to a fiery showdown, and constant conflict every day,” situation.
Leon suspected this had a lot to do with Roswiser’s growing pregnancy belly and the fact that she hadn’t thought of any new “playful ideas” yet.
But whatever it was, accumulating mana was a good thing.
If Roswiser ever decided to demand some “quality time” with Leon, Leon would make sure that nasty dragon wouldn’t return.
With so much thunder element mana, if I don’t zap that tail of yours into submission, call me a loser.
In winter, the first snowfall cloaked the Silver Dragon Temple in a blanket of white.
In the practice area, Moon, donned in pink dragon claw earmuffs and thick gloves, was pushing a gigantic snowball that was entirely out of proportion with her size.
Dad said that freshly fallen snow has the best stickiness and is perfect for building snowmen, so if she wanted to make a nice round snowman, now was the best time.
The little dragon girl had already completed the lower half of the snowman and was now energetically working on the upper half.
After teaching his little daughter how to build a snowman, Leon turned to teach his eldest daughter the tips for advanced thunder magic.
“Noia, tell me about your progress in the academy.”
This way, Leon could determine where to start his lesson.
If he started too simply, and Noia had already learned that stuff in the academy, it would just be a waste of time;
But if he went too deep, even Noia might end up puzzled, which wouldn’t help her learning efficiency at all.
Noia nodded, “Okay, Dad, I’ve learned some B-ranked thunder magic at the academy, and I’ll be learning some A-ranked magic next semester, so I want to get familiar with it here.”
High emotional intelligence: Getting familiar with it here with you, Dad.
Low emotional intelligence: My classmates are going to be buried in homework next semester.
Noia always knew exactly what she needed, especially when it came to learning.
Such a student doesn’t need constant supervision, and teachers find them easy to teach.
The “A” and “B” she mentioned refer to the difficulty levels of magic studies.
Both humans and dragons use English letters to distinguish magic’s difficulty levels, but due to significant individual differences between the two races, what’s A-ranked for humans might be B-ranked for dragons.
Of course, these were minor details; Leon had done quite a bit of preparation beforehand to avoid mixing up the grading system, which would hinder Noia’s learning.
One could say that, for his precious daughter, Leon had completely retrained himself in the magic grading system. It was all about memorization, no tricks involved—just brain power.
“A-ranked magic, huh… okay,” Leon said.
In most cases, the difficulty of learning a magic spell often represents the ultimate effect of that magic.
Just like how a C-ranked magic spell’s damage is hardly ever going to compare to an A-ranked spell.
But why “most” and “hardly ever”?
Because there are always exceptions.
Magic can be battle-type, skill-type, or support-type; Noia wasn’t involved in those yet, so Leon didn’t dive into that extra info, just touched on the basic concept.
Noia listened carefully. Once she grasped a deeper understanding of the magic grading system, Leon jumped right into it:
“Well then, Dad will teach you the most practical A-ranked thunder magic, which is also my favorite.”
“Yay!” Noia wagged her little tail, bursting with excitement.
She had completely let go of any reservations about expressing her feelings in front of Leon.
Come on, this is her dad, not those silly adults outside. What’s wrong with being cute and cuddly with Dad?
Leon extended his right hand, palm upward, fingers curled slightly, then channeled his magic.
In an instant, soft flashes of lightning sparked, engulfing his entire palm, with arcs of electricity crackling through the air, producing sharp exploding sounds.
The light reflected in Noia’s eyes, her mouth slightly agape, her little face brimming with envy.
As the top student who consistently held the first place in the Young Dragon Department, Noia could immediately see the difficulty of this A-ranked magic.
Concentrating high-purity thunder magic into one point and steadily maintaining it in one’s hand is nothing like simply “gathering energy.”
Mess it up, and she could hurt herself.
Plus, achieving the level of skill Leon displayed wasn’t just about practice—it required some talent too.
“There are two ways to release this technique,” Leon said, leading Noia to a training dummy.
He jabbed with a hand like a kn*fe, the lightning energy surrounding his hand pierced right through the training dummy effortlessly.
“The first method is like this: release it from a standstill, using the high explosive nature of thunder magic to deliver a fatal blow to your enemy.”
The most powerful moves often use the simplest and most straightforward approach, and that’s the advantage of thunder magic.
“Oh, oh, what’s the second method?”
“The second method requires the user to have keen insight and excellent martial arts skills.”
Leon continued, “When you create a certain distance from the enemy, you can use that distance to execute a high-speed dash. Once you reach striking distance, unleash this technique on your foe. The inertia from the high-speed dash greatly increases the penetrative power of the attack, making it significantly more effective than a basic release, but it’s also riskier.”
Roswiser’s mind whirred, as she nodded, “So Dad, you said that sharp observation and martial skills are essential to avoid getting interrupted or ambushed by the enemy during the high-speed dash, right?”
Leon chuckled and patted Noia’s head, “Smart girl, that’s exactly right.”
“Then, Dad, does this move have a name?”
“It does, of course.”
Leon gathered the thunder magic again, the arcs of electricity crackling sharply through the air.
“Because when used, the magic energy rubs against the air, producing this sharp sound, like a thousand birds chirping, that’s why this move is called—”
Noia’s big, beautiful eyes sparkled, “What is it called~~~”
“Thunder Strike.”
The strongest moves have the simplest attacks and the most straightforward names.
But—
“But, Dad, what does that name have to do with the chirping of a thousand birds you just mentioned…” Noia couldn’t help but slightly critique.
“It has nothing to do with it; Dad was just showing off his metaphorical skills! Want me to teach you some?”
Noia grinned, “Haha, Dad, you’re so funny.”
Well, there was kind of a connection.
The dragon race refers to this combination assault-type thunder magic as “Thunder Strike,” blunt and uninspired, just like their classic opening skill, “Dragon Flame.”
A bunch of brutish creatures focused on fighting without a hint of elegance, not at all graceful!
Naming skills, however, is where humanity shines, Leon thought.
When humans developed this magic, they gave it a more vivid and meaningful name—
Thousand Birds.
Ahem, of course, Leon could never tell Noia this name. Even jokingly saying “Dad has another catchy name” would be off-limits.
Because knowing Noia’s intelligence, if she ever came across the name in a book and learned it was created by humans, it would be hard not to connect her old man to those humans.
By then, after being schooled by the teachings of Saint His Academy, her human dad might well end up as her “graduation project.”
Leon shook his head, pulling himself out of his nonsensical thoughts.
But since he drifted to that point, he had to seriously consider the connection between his human identity and his daughters.
Just then, footsteps crunching on the snow echoed at the entrance of the practice area.
The father and daughter turned to look.
It was Roswiser.
Clad in a thick silver cloak, she stood in the snow, graceful and poised, her elegant face as pure as the fresh snow.
