"He is a strange one, wouldn't you say so, Black?" inquired Madam Ada with a wide smile, her eyes glued to Jin, who fought inside the pit.
"For his age, he seems to have gone through a lot. No one is that skilled with weapons, at least not at his age," answered Black. He had his own curiosity when it came to Jin; he was just too peculiar.
"You are right. He is quite good when it comes to fistfights, which is even more strange when you consider his age. He is way too young to be this skilled…" Madam Ada fell into silence before muttering, "And that ability."
"You already know about his ability?" asked Black in disbelief.
"Please," she chuckled. "If the Oracle knows something, Nyx does as well." Her voice became silent, barely audible. Then, as if nothing had happened, she chuckled again.
"Powers like his are unique, aren't they, Black?"
