The BSA Has Begun Part II

"Well, it’s the old-timer era. You’re about to become one of the few to span three generations—practically Uncle Charles’ peer!"

"Watch it, you little punk," Mickey shot back, landing a resounding knuckle strike on Ace’s head. The younger summoner clutched his head in mock agony, though he couldn’t help but laugh.

It might have shocked onlookers to see someone messing around with the fourth-ranked summoner in the world like that. But considering the fatherly dynamic Mickey had with Ace, it was a familiar sight to anyone who knew them.

"Let's save the chat for later. Once the event wraps up, I’d like to invite all of White Dragon to join me for dinner. It’s nothing too formal, just a reservation I made at a nice place to celebrate your successes.”

"Gladly," Joke replied with a smile, gesturing for the Phoenix members to take their seats.

It seemed the Phoenix team had brought quite a crowd, likely more than ten people.

"You’ve got a lot of folks with you," Joke observed.