«Blood Word: Burst!»
A thin ray of red energy bursts from my palm, shooting toward a large tree about twenty meters away in the massive garden—no, private park—surrounding John Hawkley's villa.
Watching that beam streak across my sight gets me pumped—damn, I really look like I just stepped out of some anime! But the excitement dies quickly as the red energy fizzles out halfway.
«For just your fourth lesson, I have to say you're making incredible progress,» John admits with satisfaction. «I figured it'd take at least ten sessions before you could handle Burst, but there's a good chance you'll pull it off next time. Impressive.»
I still don't understand the reason behind this sudden generosity of his, but whatever he wanted to achieve, without a doubt, he's achieved it.
Yes, in the last two weeks this is already the fourth time I've come here.
