Wanderer was seasoned with his vision, this was no secret. The way he could effortlessly use the element of Anemo in such powerful, lethal gusts of wind in the form of horizontal and rounded blades was nothing to take lightly.

You’ve recently gotten your own vision, and your training with the unfamiliar power of it was going… subpar at best. You didn’t understand how others could immediately go to wielding a vision so powerfully almost immediately after receiving it. Maybe Celestia left something out in your case, you fruitlessly thought.

This was where Wanderer saved no room for sugarcoating his thoughts on the matter.

“How utterly pathetic,” the puppet would scoff, either scowling or smirking, but his tone was always the same; mocking. You couldn’t lie, it tended to get to you. He knew it too, and for reasons all his own, he still kept it up.