Chapter 84 - Talent Vs Potential (1/2)

Atop a cloud high in the skies, two men stood, looking down as if they were deities above mortals. One of them was the familiar Modus. The other was a brown-skinned young man dressed in a Buddhist monk's attire. His robes were ragged and he was barefoot. He was bald and he looked quite plain. His height was average, his build was medium and his demeanor was normal. If placed in a crowd he would look like a disheveled beggar.

”This is the man you would have me swear my allegiance to?” Said the balm man.

”Yes, quite the gem isn't he?” Chuckled Modus. The duo was staring at Will from high above. The topic of their discussion was none the wiser, carrying on with his business.

”He possesses no qualities a leader should have. He is neither kind nor is he wise. He is rash and immature. He gives in to his urges and is simple minded. Why on earth should I follow him?” Questioned the bald man. He was clearly not impressed by what he had seen. Modus laughed once more, clearly having expected this result.

”Arthur is better as a leader, and Musashi is better as a warrior. Yet neither of them met my standards, exactly what does this boy have that catches your eye?”

Modus did not have to think. His reply was instant. He looked at the bald man straight in the eye and said, ”Genesis, let me ask you a question. If Peerless was the same level as you and you two battled, what would the result be?”

The bald man, or rather Genesis, raised a brow and said, ”I would defeat him in the time it takes to blink. Arthur and Musashi would do the same in the time it takes an incense stick to burn.”

Modus nodded and agreed. ”A correct analysis. You are more talented and skilled than he is. Yet he is a Sovereign and you are not, want to know why?”

Genesis gulped in anticipation. Few had even seen this bald man in a ruffled state. He was famous for being calm and detached. But before him was a high and mighty immortal. He could not help but feel tense. Modus then continued.

”If you two fought now, assuming you were both at the same level, the result would be the boy's instant defeat. If a battle under similar circumstances were to occur a year from now, the boy would last a few seconds. Add another year then he would last a few minutes. Add another year then he would hold you off for a few hours. Add one more year and he would hold you off for a day. Add one more year and the result of the match becomes uncertain. Add one more year...”

Modus then looked Genesis in the eye once more, ”...and your defeat is guaranteed.”