«Blood Manipulation: Spike Bullet!»
A thick spike of blood bursts from the palm of my hand and shoots toward a large tree about twenty meters away, in the enormous garden — actually, no, in the real private park — surrounding John Hardley's villa.
Watching that spike streak across my vision pumps me up like crazy — damn it, I really look like I just stepped out of an anime! But the excitement doesn't last long: the projectile liquefies halfway there, splashing the grass red, without a single drop even reaching the tree trunk.
«For it being only your fourth lesson, I have to say you're making incredible progress,» John comments with satisfaction. «I thought it would take at least ten sessions before you managed to cast Spike Bullet properly. Instead, there's a good chance you'll already pull it off next time. Truly impressive — my sixth sense wasn't wrong about you.»
I still don't understand his sudden generosity, but whatever his objective is, he's achieved it without a doubt.
