'During the training, I discovered alongside my soul a neat trick.' Ambrose activated his Self-Possession, and turned his hand transparent.
'Well, calling it neat isn't the correct wording. Instead, it's a very diabolic skill, and I hate even thinking about using it.
'However, a small pinch shouldn't hurt too much, but it'll show what I am capable of.'
Rach sneered, laughing inwardly at the black-haired figure. He would never give away the dojo key, no matter what. As long as he had it, the dojo was still his, and it was impossible to take it away from him.
Except if he died and accidentally dropped it.
That's why the safety of the dojo master was always a priority.
Ambrose stabbed his transparent hand through Rach's chest. It didn't feel like anything as the hand simply phased through.
However, Ambrose wrapped his transparent hand around Rach's heart.
