Poison Dragon Breath!

Bruce glanced at the accumulated bonus of his fifty Poison Breath Magic talent points. In his mind, this was a significant achievement, likely to produce tangible results. He mused, "Will this dragon's breath intimidate Carona and Torenço? Maybe I should practice only when they're asleep."

The thought of his two companions stirred a consideration in Bruce. They were quite competitive, particularly Torenço, who exuded an air of pride. Bruce worried that his new ability might spur a sense of inadequacy in them, especially since jealousy was already a simmering issue.

Realizing the potential negative impact on the psychological well-being of the two youngsters, Bruce decided to wait. Once Carona and Torenço were deep in slumber, he tiptoed to a secluded corner of the vast, dimly-lit dragon's nest. The shadows danced on the walls as the flickering light from outside barely penetrated the space. He turned his back to his sleeping friends, his heart pounding with anticipation for the moment he had been eagerly awaiting.

"The great Green Dragon's Breath," Bruce thought, his chest swelling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He opened his wide jaws, took a deep breath, and activated his venom production organ. He understood the mechanics now: the breath wasn't complex magic but rather a forceful expulsion of air mixed with venom, a basic yet effective dragon's breath attack. With some magical enhancement, it could be even more potent.

Ready and determined, Bruce opened his jaws wide, the venom organ buzzing to life. He inhaled deeply and then expelled the breath with all his might.

"Ho~"

The moment of truth was met with a comical anticlimax. A stream of green liquid splattered unceremoniously on the ground, hardly the fearsome spectacle Bruce had imagined. He stared at his efforts, dumbfounded. It was reminiscent of a scene from the video game 'League of Legends', where a character named Kog'Maw launched a similar attack. The resemblance was uncanny, and Bruce couldn't help but feel a bit deflated. Was this really the extent of his dragon's breath?

His moment of self-reflection was abruptly interrupted by a hearty, childlike laughter. Startled, Bruce turned to see Carona, awake and in stitches over his practice session. The sight of his earnest but underwhelming attempt had sent her into fits of laughter.

Torenço, roused by the commotion, watched Bruce with wide eyes, a mix of horror and astonishment on his face. He had never imagined Bruce, whom he saw as more brawn than magic, could even attempt a dragon's breath. Despite the lackluster display, Torenço felt a twinge of relief, seeing an opportunity to surpass his brother in magical prowess.

With his secret out, Bruce shrugged and decided to continue practicing in their presence. He repeated the exercise several times, but the results were consistently modest. He wasn't disheartened, though. He knew that with time and continued enhancement through his diet, his Green Dragon Poison Breath would evolve into a formidable weapon.

To test its effectiveness, Bruce grabbed a half-meter-long multi-legged insect from the cliff, opened his mouth, and spat on it. The insect dissolved into a puddle of green goo, confirming the potency of his poison, if not its grandeur. A nod of satisfaction escaped him, acknowledging the small but significant progress he had made.

Bruce observed Carona and Torenço's disdainful expressions with a resigned sigh. To them, his attempt at dragon's breath was a novel failure, perhaps a new low for their noble lineage. In their eyes, he was no better than a basic dragon beast lacking intelligence, barely able to articulate two syllables of his true name.

Despite their mockery, Bruce wasn't disheartened. He knew he had a long journey ahead to master the potent Poison Breath Magic. Resigned to his 'foodie' nature, he realized that consuming acid and honing his magical talents were essential steps toward his goal.

With a sense of purpose, Bruce turned his attention to thunder magic. He understood from his inherited memories that the genesis of a green dragon's magical prowess lay in the horns on their head. Initially, magic could only emanate from these horns, spreading to other body parts as mastery grew.

Bruce's own horns, now tipped in scarlet, were still maturing, destined to darken over time. He concentrated, feeling the surge of thunder and lightning coursing through his horns, yet frustratingly unable to release it as an attack. This limitation, however, didn't deter him.

Carona and Torenço watched from a distance, their initial shock at Bruce's ability to conjure thunder magic quickly morphing into scorn. They had initially feared being overshadowed by Bruce, a dragon they deemed inferior. But witnessing his failure to release the magic, they felt a wave of relief, almost taking pleasure in his struggle.

Bruce caught their expressions and pondered their cunning for such young dragons. He wondered if they would grow even more scheming with age. Recognizing the need to assert his authority, he considered the potential of a stricter approach to their upbringing.

He knew that Carona's recent gestures of submission were mere acts of compliance. Dragons, he mused, inherited a complex intelligence, a mix of instinct and cunning as intricate as any societal hierarchy. Bruce felt the weight of responsibility to guide them, to instill in them the virtues and values akin to those of a caring elder brother.

But he was leaning towards a more forceful approach to their education, one that might resonate more with the nature of young dragons.

As the sky turned crimson with the setting sun, Dragon Mother's silhouette appeared on the horizon, returning to the nest after a day's hunt. Bruce had observed that the vicinity of the nest, including the nearby areas, was devoid of any large-scale monster activities or significant beasts, only small creatures lingering around.

Initially, Bruce had thought Dragon Mother had hunted all the large life forms in the vicinity, but he now dismissed this notion. He theorized that the more intelligent magical beasts and powerful creatures sensed Dragon Mother's presence and her deliberate exuding of dragon aura, keeping them at bay. This realization brought a new perspective to Bruce, highlighting the nuanced dynamics of their dragon realm.