Rod nodded in understanding.
"This is indeed a very good choice. However…" He raised his head and met his brother’s blue-black eyes. "However, after I saw that Nighthawk King with my eyes, I felt something very strange, he rushed into the White Phoenix’s base all by himself, and utterly destroyed the whole place within a dozen or so minutes, even a wall of alloy a dozen centimeters thick could not stop him… But that was not the scariest part, the scariest part is that calm and controlled air of his. It was because of that air that I chose him over the Primary Colors."
The blonde man frowned, "Rod, I always thought you were a logical person."
