Aizel and Soren were walking along the river, looking for the blue sprint grass that Kayle had described. Despite its unassuming appearance, the grass was distinguished by a distinct blue hue that made it easy to identify.
Aizel scanned the shoreline, and his keen eyes caught a glimpse of the blue sprint grass, which he quickly began to gather in his ring. He wasn't sure how much was needed, but he knew having more on hand would be helpful.
Soren was looking for a Grade III monster that hunters in town had spotted while Aizel was collecting grass.
"It's good that there is not a monster here," Aizel said while collecting grass.
"What good! I wanted to fight that monster."
"That is a Grade III idiot; who knows how powerful it can be?"
"It's just a Grade III beast; a dragon doesn't fear anyone."
"Someday you will die because of your attitude if you don't fix it," Aizel replied.
