"Then they didn't try very hard to find a task more suited to you." Kratos nods toward the end of the row. "Why don't I show you how to plant these seedlings?"

There's something odd about the boy's mana, now Kratos is near enough to separate it from everyone else's. Something which, when not looking, feels alarmingly like Mithos; but not because the boy didn't read as human, so much as there being a discordance in his mana. In Mithos, it had existed whenever he was appearing as Yggdrasill.

... Interesting. Slightly alarming, but interesting. Kratos makes no mention of it as he starts down the aisle. "What's your name?"