"Look at this." Clovis' mother, Aisha, pointed at the screen.
"Yes, I'm watching." Gerald nodded. "He has gotten much stronger. Do you think you can win against your son now?"
"Are you saying that I'm weak?"
"Of course not." Gerald smiled wryly.
"Well, in terms of strength, definitely not. However, he has yet to fully mature. If he exposes his strength like this, I'm afraid that people will begin considering him a threat."
Gerald's expression turned solemn. "Indeed. But what can we do about it? He has his own path. It's dangerous. As his parents, we can help him, guide him, or support him, but we can't force him to take the path we deem to be the best. After all, 'best path' is subjective."
