Beneath a Wider Sky
"Senior, I understand! From now on, I will definitely cultivate diligently to make up for my shortcomings and not disappoint my father and Senior's teachings."
Harry Taylor said it from the bottom of his heart.
No hesitation.
No youthful arrogance.
No empty bravado.
His voice carried a weight it had lacked before.
Since he had sincerely changed, he would definitely do as he said, no matter how bitter or tiring it was.
The breeze moved through the academy path, carrying the fading echoes of the Martial Meeting. Around them, the crowd had mostly dispersed, but the emotional aftershocks of the day still lingered in the air.
Leon looked at Harry for a long moment.
Really looked at him.
Not as a troublesome junior.
Not as Harrier Taylor's son.
But as a boy standing at the edge of becoming something more.
And then—
His expression softened almost imperceptibly.
Leon finally felt much more relieved after hearing his words.
