Even though each one was a draft, Harvey's sketches were as refined as finished works from some comic studios. The style of these drawings was exquisite and captivating, even without colors.

Relying on the market sense he had honed over the years, Toph was convinced that this work was bound to be a hit.

"Is this your comic?" he couldn't help but ask. "It's really good! Not only are the visuals beautiful, but the storyline is also great!

"Harvey, why did you never mention that you create comics yourself?"

"You..." Harvey turned his head slightly, his expression complex. "Why are you looking at this?"

"I stumbled upon it, just under this easel... Why? Is it not meant to be seen?"

Harvey waved his hand dismissively and turned his face away. After a while, he muttered, "You... You like it?"

"It's great! If this sells, it'll surely be a hit!"

"But the main characters are two guys..." Harvey's voice trailed off. "People might dislike that, right?"

"Bro, who says

was somewhat surprised, staring

worthy of respect," Toph said seriously. "As long as one faces it, admits it, and adheres to

"You..."

Toph lowered his voice. "When

"What about him?"

Zephyr's episode with King Alexander.

"Anyway, I don't think it's wrong! The world

melting quietly. He smiled and walked to the

while, he muttered, "Thank

"What?"

Harvey didn't repeat it.

years ago, Harvey knew he was different from others. He just hadn't expected to earn Toph's respect for

"Toph."

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