Human lives are short. How one could learn all the knowledge a Giant Dragon accumulates over its long eons within a single, limited lifetime was a difficult question.
Furin didn't know the answer either.
But staying up all night playing games definitely wasn't it.
Furin hopped on her little bicycle and headed straight for Zog's Toy Store to demand an explanation.
'Letting my own direct disciple be led astray like this!'
The poor chain practically shot sparks as she pedaled. Bicycles in this era had no shock absorption, and the roads of Twin Tower City were far from smooth. The frame shook on the stone-paved road, RATTLING AND CLATTERING loudly. It was a good thing this bike was made of solid materials; a carbon fiber model probably wouldn't have survived a kilometer.
Furin didn't even stand up on the pedals, sprinting while still in the saddle. Any passerby who saw her would have to comment, "That girl's got buns of steel."
