บท 467: A familiar name

Bemail clicked his tongue with annoyance as he approached the silver-haired human who had been visiting the training ground for the past week. A couple of girls and a few guys his age were pestering him to invite the human to join them inside the field instead of running and exercising outside.

As Bemail approached the human, he couldn't help but give Kyle a once-over, noticing that there wasn't even a drop of sweat on his body, despite witnessing the human sprinting around the field earlier at a pace that could rival Bemail's own.

The sky had started to turn dark, and he couldn't understand how Kyle managed to stay so dry.

"Man, I start sweating buckets after just a couple of hours, but look at this guy..."

Bemail muttered under his breath and scratched his head.

"Ugh... I guess humans just don't sweat as much as dragons?"