Barcus looked at all the Rebornians around him. Surely they weren't talking about that kind of 'skill', right? After all, skills were an inherent power that people possessed since birth and would only naturally awaken during the course of one's life. It wasn't something that was supposed to be wagered or given away like it was some sort of coin.
"Really, Bro Mike?! Yosha!" Zion shouted, his eyes gleaming. "Then I'll be taking that 4-star [Shadow Transportation] that you guys have. I don't want to sit in a carriage for weeks again!" The youngest Dragonborn had his eyes filled with competitive fire.
Even the Red HobMankey couldn't help but gulp as he began to ponder what skill he should ask for once he won.
"Ooooh, this is a really high-stakes game!" someone among the crowd whispered.
"I want a skill of my own, too! But I need to work a few more months before I can get a spot in the boss' schedule…"
