The room was completely still. Jamie and Sandra didn't know how to react to what they had just seen. Their expectations had been completely shattered, leaving their thoughts scattered and struggling to make sense of everything.
The frog-like Genki slowly raised his right hand as if he wanted to wave at them.
"Hallo."
His voice was rough, like that of a fifty-year-old man.
"Whaaaaat, it can talk?"
Sandra screamed loudly, staring in disbelief as if her eyes were about to fall out of their sockets.
"Yes, I can, and please, if possible, do refrain from referring to me as an 'it'. That word rather denies me of my intelligence."
The wolf-frog-like Genki pleaded with them. When you listened carefully to his voice, there was a heaviness of intelligence behind it—the kind of presence you usually heard in the voices of presidents or motivational speakers.
"Where is Kasa?"
"You mean the grown man who was hiding like a kid demon? He's just taking a bath."
"You're cooking him?"
