A few months ago, or perhaps even less than that, if someone had asked me whether Ezra was stronger than me, I would have answered with humility.
At least, I would have pretended to be humble.
The truth was that simple.
I was definitely stronger than him.
And it wasn't even a debate.
Physically, I was better.
My body was stronger, and I could do things that he couldn't.
Even if I had acknowledged his talent, there was no reason for me to believe he had surpassed me.
Even now, I'm still better than him in that regard.
But...
Veda's thoughts came to a halt.
His gaze settled on Ezra, who was still occupied with his training.
The young Gun Alchemist moved among the six Guards of Ash, his attention fixed on the movements unfolding around him.
The Blacksteel rods suspended equally in the air and the other rods hovering around him remained under his control, moving in response to his will as he continued to fight.
Veda watched in silence.
