"What method is unteachable? The boy is only fooling you," the blue Thunderbird said, rejecting Grey's answer outright.
The silver Thunderbird inclined its head slightly. "You have a point. I have never heard of a technique that cannot be passed on."
"Humans are cunning," the blue one continued. Its feathers began to spread as its aura slowly unfurled toward Grey. "He only wants to make himself indispensable so he can extract more benefits. That is why he keeps the method to himself." It turned to Sir Astarot. "Leave the boy with me for a day. I will have the technique out of him."
The silver Thunderbird made no move to interfere. Its stance was clear enough. It would not stop its companion.
Sir Astarot's eyes locked onto the blue Thunderbird. He said nothing, yet the air inside the great tree grew heavy at once.
