At my introduction, Arpen looked dumbfounded.

“Crow Tribe? And also the chief's son?” 

“Yes, that’s right.”

Arpen nodded with a complex expression as I nodded.

"I see. Is the strange feeling that I kept feeling your martial arts?" he murmured.

I stuck my tongue out. "You can even feel the martial arts?”

How sharp was he to be able to feel the energy of the martial arts that I didn't even use? His senses were astonishing. 

"If you are the son of the chief, then which chief from how many generations ago? The chief from two generations ago, Galak Blade? Or the chief from three generations ago, Hamelin Blade? Or the chief from four generations ago, Hades Blade? Or…" Arpen asked me, looking convinced.

How many generations are you going to go back?

Somehow it felt like he knew my family genealogy better than I did.

"I am the son of the current chief, Doomstone Blade."

"What?!"

I let out a sigh as he made an expression like he had heard nonsense. "I told you. I didn't lie. I am sixteen years old. I said Ainsmall School...