Apparition was a spell Kyle had wanted to learn from the moment he first entered the wizarding world.
Space magic had always been far more fascinating than other conventional forms of magic.
However, at the time, Dumbledore had said he hadn't yet reached the stage where he could learn such magic, and thus refused his request.
Kyle felt that with his current control over magic, learning Apparition shouldn't be too big of a problem.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald shared this opinion.
So, when Kyle brought up the request this time, the two of them did not refuse.
Early the next morning, Kyle couldn't wait to drag Dumbledore out of Grindelwald's covers.
Ah, yes—Dumbledore and Grindelwald lived in the same room and slept in the same bed.
Although the two tsundere old men constantly acted like they couldn't stand each other, for some special reason, Alfred hadn't separated them when arranging rooms for everyone in the house.
Kyle was used to this; this was the UK, after all—no matter what happened here, it wasn't worth being surprised over.
After breakfast, Dumbledore took Kyle to an uninhabited outskirt in Dorset.
Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and golden specks of light sprayed from the tip of the Elder Wand, forming three shimmering golden words in the air:
Destination.
Determination.
Deliberation.
"Keep these three principles in mind, Kyle." Dumbledore gave his wand another light wave, and a stone ten meters away transformed into a white hoop.
"Focus your attention and visualize the place you want to go," Dumbledore said, pointing to the hoop on the ground. "This is the target for your first Apparition."
Kyle stared intently at the hoop. Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be so nervous. Just relax."
"Remember, you must let the thought of arriving at your destination permeate your entire body. You do not want to experience the pain of splinching."
"Alright, now, turn on the spot, imagine yourself becoming nothingness, and move with deliberation."
Listening to Dumbledore's instructions, Kyle began his first attempt at Apparition.
As his body spun, he found his surroundings turning pitch black.
He felt an intense crushing pressure from every direction; he couldn't breathe at all, as if iron bands were being tightened around his chest.
His eyeballs were forced back into his head, and his eardrums were pushed deep into his skull.
Crack!
With a loud bang, Kyle's figure instantly vanished from his spot.
But he didn't land inside the hoop ten meters away. In fact, no one knew where he had gone.
"Well, this is troublesome."
Dumbledore carefully inspected the spot where Kyle had been standing. Fortunately, Kyle hadn't left any body parts behind.
No splinching. It seemed he had succeeded.
Tracing the spatial trail left behind by the Apparition, Dumbledore's expression turned a bit odd.
The deviation of this landing point was a bit outrageous.
Kyle's vision broke free from the darkness; he felt as though he had just been squeezed out of a very narrow rubber tube.
A sudden sensation of falling snapped Kyle back to reality. He was at...
Several hundred meters in the air!
A hang glider deployed in mid-air, and moments later, Kyle landed on a coastline littered with jagged rocks.
After landing safely, a wave of excitement surged in Kyle's heart.
Did this count as successfully mastering Apparition?
Or rather, had he successfully mastered a spatial teleportation method just like the Flying Thunder God Technique?
It was just that the landing error was...
Kyle didn't understand why he had ended up here.
Gazing out at the boundless ocean before him, feeling the sea breeze carrying a faint salty scent against his face, Kyle's inner state...
Gradually turned violent.
How was he supposed to get home?
He didn't even know where he was right now!
Luckily, Kyle didn't have to wait long before he heard a loud crack behind him.
"I didn't expect that on your first Apparition, you'd manage to run fifty kilometers away."
Dumbledore's words made Kyle scratch the back of his head in embarrassment.
Although he didn't know if other people had such ridiculous situations occur when learning Apparition, Kyle felt that, in all probability, they did not.
"Let's go, let's head back." Dumbledore didn't extend his hand as he usually did, clearly indicating he had no intention of Side-Along Apparating Kyle back. "Why don't you try again yourself?"
Try and die.
Two minutes later, Dumbledore had to travel to another location fifty kilometers away to find Kyle's trace again.
"Well, there is indeed a handful of people in the wizarding world who show talent far beyond the normal standard for specific spells. Of course, this situation can also work in reverse."
Dumbledore comforted Kyle.
Clearly, Kyle's talent in Apparition belonged to the "reverse" category.
Kyle, however, didn't feel discouraged. He had already mastered Apparition, anyway; it was just the precision of the landing point that needed improvement.
"Dad, is it possible to use some method to leave a spatial anchor at the intended destination beforehand, to help me precisely target my Apparition landing?"
Hearing Kyle's words, Dumbledore paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"That is indeed feasible." With Dumbledore's magical expertise, he immediately confirmed the viability of such a method.
It was just that wizards had always determined their precise appearance point directly through imagination; no wizard had ever used such a useless auxiliary method like a spatial anchor.
Dumbledore couldn't quite understand—why was his son even more excited now that his Apparition was limited?
Forget it, as long as Kyle was happy.
Kyle pulled a kunai out of his ninja tool pouch, pondering whether he needed to add two more prongs to the side.
Upon returning home, Kyle immediately dove headfirst into his alchemy laboratory.
He didn't yet know how to leave a Flying Thunder God formula on the kunai to serve as an anchor for his Apparition.
But that didn't stop him from crafting Minato Namikaze's Flying Thunder God kunai—the Sword of Ninja Love—just to play around with first.
Kyle's alchemy laboratory wasn't filled with a magical style—for instance, there were no shelves lined with flasks containing various colored liquids, nor were there large glass jars soaking strangely shaped specimens...
On the contrary, his alchemy laboratory was filled with a modern style.
Because of Kyle's need to forge cold weapons and modify firearms, Alfred had specially bought him several machine tools.
Back when he was wandering the streets of Brooklyn, he had relied on broken machine tools in abandoned factories—ones that barely worked when plugged in—to forge quite a few kunai and shuriken for himself, so his experience operating machine tools was decent.
About ten minutes later, Kyle emerged from the alchemy laboratory, happily toying with a three-pronged kunai.
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