Back in Montreal's urban region, in the underground facility under Jack Boudreau's control, Jonathan was using his free time training his wind magic out of New Eden.
The boy had been having a rough time using his wind swords with his right arm, ever since it had been severed and reattached. It was like the mana flow between his body and the limb wasn't quite right, and his blade refused to form correctly.
It either formed haphazardly, or the wind couldn't solidify correctly, because he had to focus on the shape. Jonathan wasn't sure whether it was a physical blockage or a mental one.
He couldn't discard the second possibility, since he still had nightmares about the event.
