The blooming of the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth buds required less than a minute. A multitude of sweat droplets had manifested upon their foreheads, yet it proved worthy of the labor. Even if the Martial Division student, acting as a bully, succeeded in cultivating the plant deploying Element Energy, traversing the point beyond that demanded not sheer power, but finesse.
"You declared eight buds would suffice, did you not?"
The remainder could foster solace deploying these thoughts, yet for the Heir, the thoughts roaming within their minds harbored zero significance. He vocalized his word, and the plant stationed before him bloomed eight buds, rendering the Botany students dead silent.
He harbored zero necessity to execute anything vastly more; he had proved the reliability of the word he vocalized. Mel, presuming he could acquire novel intelligence while arriving at this class, comprehended he had committed a misstep; he lacked the necessity to linger here vastly longer.
