The Masked man used earth magic to make me appear in front of him.

"Uh? Eth? What exactly are you doing here?" In surprise, Father inquired.

"Ahahaha! I was just passing by father...ahaha"

"Passing by, what using concealing skills? You have a lot of talent, kid. I will give you that!" As my father stared at me with an unusual smile, the masked man said. No one knows about my training, and my father hasn't heard anything about my abilities in the last six months. As a result, it is to be expected.

I didn't do anything but smile at the masked man, assuring him that I was ready to be tested. You could say that I'm overconfident, but I just want to feel this man's strength and grow stronger with this oprtunity.

"So, Kid, I'm sure you've heard everything we've said, so how about we start?" the masked man asked me after my smile.

"Mr. Blue Grim, we can begin!" I said to the masked man, looking at my father and nodding. I responded.

***

BLUE GRIM P.O.V:

My name is...confidential, but I go by a lot of different names. I'm commonly referred to as Blue Grim. Blue Grim of the Council of Assassins. I'm an assassin.

As a Veteran Assassin, I trained a lot of people, all of whom are now viable. Among them is Edwin Asher, also known as Blue Blood, my second best student. He sent me a messenger falcon beast with a silly message about a week ago for some reason.

Well, I'm a person who is curious about everything, even if it's trash. I think seeing through things is a great skill, but... Let's start with the topic.

He sent me a Sil...important message in which he stated that he had been defeated by his own child.

I thought he was saying that because he had become a doting parent, but seeing his son conceal his presence and fooling me and his father throughout our conversation was really an admiration for him as an assassin.

Who would have thought that an eight-year-old child could attain light-red-Stage, with two elemental mana and assassination physique, would exist? I'm impressed.

When I asked him about testing his abilities, his eyes confirmed the point. I suppose he did it because it was an ideal habit to blink his eyes, but he seemed pretty sure of himself. What is this kid going to do?

If this kid do well, I might take him to Atlas city for his early education and then assassination council, but at the same time, more than anything, I'm sure a kid like him will always thing about leaving home to explore the world. I might also think about joining him for a short adventure before his academics to help him improve his skills. After all, he's only eight years old; some one should train him until he's twelve at the least.