Chapter 502: The Youngest Sister Vs. The Youngest Brother.
“I want both of you to use [Battle Frenzy]. Minor only, though, since Hestia still hasn’t conquered her greed yet, to keep things as fair as possible. The gap in your stats is due to Ryranakus not only being an adult but also a rank A,” Phso said as I stared at my fifth half-brother as we stood on the snowy field outside of Iceskale.
Mom and Gaistrus were here as well, relaxing on lounging chairs as the Nordor dragonewts were serving them the fruit punches Tasianna loved to serve Mom. They weren’t paying too much attention to us, although the twins were both looking at me eagerly, almost wanting to cheer. Vifi, on the other hand, was staring with a pretty judging look.
Phso continued, “Ryranakus, I don’t want you to go too wild, but try not to underestimate our youngest. Fargryneill was quite rambunctious back then as well, don’t forget, and Hestia is practically a fledgling mentally. I need you to once again draw out some desperation, understood?”
“… Always putting the hard stuff on me,” Ryranakus complained, scratching the black horns conspicuously peeking out of his golden-brown hair.
“Anybody else and it’ll be plain bullying.”
You’re making an 82-year-old fight against a scrawny three-year-old. This is bullying!
I held myself back from screaming that, though, since I personally wasn’t too perturbed by the chance to test myself. Ryranakus might look rather like a low-energy recluse with how timid he seemed, but he was still a dragon who ventured and survived his adulthood pilgrimage. I didn’t even have a shred of doubt that he was a force of nature.
Now, I didn’t know his level, since Phso wanted to keep it a secret for now, which meant Ryranakus might or might not be higher leveled than Vifi. Still, regardless of the truth, what was more important was his skill usage. How he’d use his unique draconic skills along with the common ones everybody would get?
I’ve seen how I measured up to other dragons, especially the gap in strength between a rank A and me, so how would I fare against my own brother? It might be a bit too arrogant to think I could beat Ryranakus, but I wanted to. My dragon instincts were telling me, no, compelling me to give it my all to show them how strong I was.