A cool warrior kept up their winning streak. A cooler warrior readily accepted defeat when they happened to lose. Uburka the Muscle Pig was a pretty cool warrior.0

“I lost. I was confident I wouldn’t lose when it came to the output of aura. But the gap in aura mastery is as big as the distance between heaven and earth. Ugor, I think I’ve been using aura too simply until now.”0

I patted Uburka on the head. “Don’t blame yourself. I didn’t learn martial arts on my own; my teachers taught me. No matter how outstanding an individual’s talent is, it’s difficult to overwhelm the history of a sect, and I carry a thousand years of the Demonic Heaven’s history with me.”0

“Kekerukker.”0

“Yeah.”0

“Papa.”0

“I won’t even ask you to call me Father, so can you just call me Dad at least? I think I’m going to have an identity crisis if someone as big as you calls me papa.”  0

“I understand, Daddy.”3

“Uh… You only added two letters, but your tone makes it sound very… bizarre. Well, if you really want to call me that, go ahead...”1

“Daddy, I have a question. Why are you riding on my shoulders?”0

“Because you’re huge, Uburka. Anyone who sees a giant like you would want to climb here because people have the innate desire to do so. It’s very difficult for me to resist this impulse.”0

Uburka nodded. “I see. I didn’t know such a desire existed.” 0

Riding...0