"I didn't expect that Yeager Family kid would let you all up here so soon," Sylvester Cloud said with a bright, dashing smile. His grin carried a natural charm, effortlessly captivating. "I just returned to the South Seas and already heard about Mr. Squire's illustrious exploits. I wonder if you'd be up for a little sparring?"
With that, Sylvester gestured for someone to bring out the gun he had secretly stashed away.
Griffith Squire raised his eyebrow slightly, a faintly amused smirk tugging at his lips. Interesting. So this kid wasn't here to scout ahead for the Cloud Family but to challenge him to a sharpshooting contest?
"This gun hasn't been calibrated; it's an old and obsolete weapon. Mr. Squire, do you think you can hit that balloon in the forest over there?" Sylvester pointed to a tiny red balloon, a thousand meters away, swaying in the mountain wind.
