"Ho Xi! I'm on fire! I'm really on fire!"
"Bruce, don't get so worked up!"
"I can't control it—woof!"
Inside the spell training grounds, He Xi stared dumbfounded at the explosive scene before him.
Bruce was sprinting wildly around the empty training grounds like a bison that had been stung on the butt by a wasp.
Ever since he had bestowed the [Weak Red Dragon Bloodline] trait on Bruce, the dog had completely fallen into a state of feverish euphoria.
It kept muttering, "Hot," "flames," and "I'm on fire," all of which He Xi could understand.
After all, being able to release flames was Bruce's lifelong dream as a dog.
But what he couldn't accept no matter how hard he tried was this—why the hell were these flames spurting from its backside?!
"Listen to me. Calm down first!" He Xi shouted at the "wind-fire wheel." "We need to confirm which spells you've learned!"
"Woof~"
Bruce continued sprinting wildly, cheering incoherently as it ran.
"The first step to calming down is putting out that damn fire on your butt!"
"What? My butt's on fire?!"
Bruce abruptly twisted its head around while running and desperately tried to look behind itself.
The moment it did, it let out a shrill, distorted scream: "Waaah—!"
He Xi couldn't bear to look and turned his face away.
It really was on fire, and the flames were "impressive."
The hair on half its butt had already been singed completely away.
The formerly hidden, tender private area beneath its fluffy fur was now swaying indecently in rhythm with its running. A few stubborn flames still curled around it.
Bruce abruptly slammed on the brakes and instinctively licked at it.
However, something even more despairing happened—a scorching breath surged uncontrollably from its throat. With a "puff," a small cluster