Going back to the past when Mine was only nine years old.
Mine would forcefully open the door to her father's office, finding him practicing, holding his brush and moving it as if it were a blade, yet the writing on the paper remained perfect. "Dad, dad! Look what I learned!"
"Hun? What is it, daughter?" Alexgran turned to Mine, who showed her right fist covered in mana. "Hehehe, did I do well or what?"
The mana emanating from Mine was totally sloppy, the amplification effect of physical attributes almost negligible. "Very good, Mine... But you have to remember to study like your brothers... You see..."
Alexgran took Mine's hand with both of his, placing his fingers in the center of her palm, saying, "If I do this," After speaking, he lightly squeezed her palm with his thumbs, making the mana disappear.
