The Talented one.
The copycat.
The legend.
The talent stealer.
The star.
The Trump of Behemoth.
So many names had been given to him by the people.
He was the one, who was 'destined' to bring Behemoth to even higher heights.
Such a talent.
The once in a lifetime talent, one in a trillion.
So many nicknames and all of them are centered around him.
The one to become the strongest.
The one who would be the next saint.
The one that would surpass Hiroto Mitsuki and Arken Miller.
The 'Hope.'
He was the one, the one light.
He is the light.
Ezra Fornum is the one born with the talent of copying others.
Their Physical Technique was stolen by him after just a glance.
Everything they worked so hard to achieve, the techniques it took years for them to learn.
All imitated in the span of a few seconds.
What a miserable sight for them.
To see their dedication, their hard work, and their effort all copied in the blink of an eye.
So Effortlessly as well.
