[...Soo… what exactly are you doing here?]
"…What do you think, you dumb bitch?"
[…]
"I'm here to train, obviously." Gray rolled his eyes.
He stood inside one of the academy's training rooms. In front of him was a mannequin with a plaque that read Master-level.
[Still, isn't that too much for you?]
"Of course it is. I just want to see how strong my strings actually are. Their sharpness depends on how much mana I pour into them… so, theoretically… if I use enough mana..."
More than sixty percent of his reserves drained away as he wrapped a string tightly around the mannequin's neck.
"...it should be able to pierce even a Master's head."
Pull!
Clang!
The wire snapped tight, yet to his surprise, the mannequin's head didn't even have a mark.
"Hm?" Gray's eyes narrowed.
He gritted his teeth, funneled the rest of his mana into the string, and yanked again with all his strength.
Clang!
This time, a faint scratch appeared on the mannequin's skull.
