"*sigh*..." I looked at my hand, seeing it shaking. The trauma was deeply rooted within this body, and now I was forced to deal with it because the previous owner of this body was useless. "I remember the look on my father's face as he saw me use that skill for the first time. I didn't even try to hone it, but by the time I was able to gain full consciousness, I used [Tidal Strike], destroying half of our garden. His face… my father's face, was horrified, angry, and almost disgusted. And before I knew it, I was on the ground, two thumbs pressed into my trachea, cutting off any ounce of breathing I could attempt muster."
"I-I'm sorry. Maybe we shouldn't have talked about this."
