We finally arrived at the forest. The air was still as chilly as ever, despite the place looking like it had been plucked straight out of a fantasy painting, towering green trees, thick underbrush, and all sorts of chirping.
"Bob, I want to talk about something," I said, the thought lingering in my mind since I got this power.
"What's up, dude?"
"I think… we're getting too dependent on the Hero Grace skill," I admitted. "Last time we fought the Black Eagle, we barely got out alive, like very barely."
"But that skill is awesome, man! And it's Ultra Rare!" Bob argued, clearly offended on behalf of his favorite hissatsu skill.
