Days have passed after the S Ranked and above Slayers met in the Grand Castle.
The Six Blades back at home were as raggedy as ever, practicing their individual shortcomings and improving their teamwork little by little.
Zachary took out his grimoire with no delay whatsoever.
He flicked through the pages and settled on a spell to use.
"Fire Belch!" Zachary exclaimed as he opened his mouth.
A concentrated flamethrower came out of it. The fiery breath of his was the one thing he was trying to practice for days now.
He knew that he had to show something to his superiors when they came back.
Zachary finally accepted that being a Slayer requires you to make use of whatever advantage you have in order to attain victory, and that includes using your elemental affinity, which for him was the fiery red flames.
