“…I did it–I did it!” He let out with a surprised smile.

Celly nodded, “You did…now, I have nothing left to teach you.”

“–” He glanced up at his tutor.

It was clear that the smile she had was one of pride and joy of her student’s achievement, but it did have a certain sadness to it.

As he released the trio of water-shaped dragon heads, letting them dissolve into a sprinkle of rain, he turned around to face his teacher, who knelt down to match his gaze.

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