When Barton woke up, he was still shaken by the shock Mr. Aleister had given him.
It was a kind of wild, soul-stirring madness, something he couldn't forget even after choosing his Path Trait. The image of Aleister holding out three fingers remained crystal clear in his mind.
His brain trembled, and his spine tightened.
Compared to the secret Dark Cloud had described—the words that had merely made him dissatisfied with the Path of Authority—Aleister had personally shown him what the "Soul of Transcendence" was.
I really am not qualified yet.
Barton felt somewhat dejected, but he soon became fully alert. Some things couldn't be accomplished just because he wanted to do them... By now, he had long since understood that.
Still, it was a good thing.
He climbed out of bed, turned on the room's electric light, and looked toward the mirror.
The reflection was that of a boy who looked only thirteen or fourteen.
He had emerald-green eyes like olive stones, and golden short hair that hung to his shoulders, cut off in a single slash.
His hair was fine and soft, clinging close to his scalp. It made his head look somewhat small.
He stared at the mirror and slowly clenched his fist.
Blue-violet electricity crackled and flowed from his palm, racing across his body. This time, Barton no longer felt the faint numbness that had spread throughout him before, and his hair no longer stood on end as it usually did.
This was the Lightning Affinity of the Second Level.
It was the "key Path Trait" his father had highlighted for him when teaching him before! The Storm Container, Heroic Courage, and the others couldn't compare to it at all.
"This is the gift Mr. Aleister left me..."
Barton murmured.
His father had told him before