Priscilla leaves the training ground right after Sasha arrives, riding away on her loyal steed.
Ayra stays behind, but her expression shows anything but joy.
Sasha Volkom, twenty-six years old, the fourth daughter of Viktor Volkom.
That's how she introduces herself, offering her hand for a kiss.
The old man beside her, as I suspected, is her familiar—Dorje Volkom.
From his name and appearance, he looks like one of those Tibetan monks who spend their lives meditating beneath waterfalls.
«So you're the famous Predestined Familiar...» Sasha murmurs with a clearly mischievous tone, walking toward me with elegant, seductive steps.
With every move, her oversized breasts bounce in a hypnotic rhythm.
«I never thought I'd see one in person. It's been almost six hundred years since the last one... I guess I'm pretty lucky. Though not as lucky as my little sister Ayra.»
«As you can see, this area is already taken,» Ayra growls firmly.
«I know, little sister, don't worry...» Sasha lifts her hands in mock surrender. «Father's rules are clear: whoever is ranked higher has priority on the training ground. My familiar is ranked 228th, while yours... pff... 1514th. But I'll still let you use it. Actually, I'm curious to see how you handle yourself as a trainer, considering it's your first time.» she ends with a mocking smile.
«Pretend I'm not even here,» Sasha adds, stepping toward the edge of the small arena.
At first glance, Ayra's relationship with Sasha looks even worse than with Priscilla.
Either Ayra's sisters are unbearable, or she is.
But really... is that old man ranked so high?
He looks like he just came out of a nursing home.
«Don't let that bitch distract you!» Ayra snaps, noticing my eyes haven't left Sasha's ass for even a second as she walked away.
What can I say? Her skirt barely covers her red dress, her butt almost spilling out as if screaming: "Hey, look at me!"
«We'll start with the simplest Blood Word,» Ayra says, her gaze sharp and focused, like a true instructor—even if she looks more like someone out of an adult movie.
She extends her arm forward, fist half-closed as if gripping an invisible staff.
And then...
I flinch when a deep wound opens on her palm, blood flowing out instantly.
But instead of dripping down, it begins to float around her hand.
«Blood Word Lv. 1: Weapon!»
As she speaks, the blood swirling around Ayra's hand stretches and shapes itself into a long crimson blade, like solidified metallic blood.
This is... amazing! Incredible!
And I'll be able to do it too—I can't wait!
A rush of adrenaline sparks through me like electricity.
I thrust my right arm forward, copying Ayra's movements.
«This Blood Word is so simple that a true vampire doesn't even need to say it aloud to use it. But since you're human, I assume it's different,» Ayra explains. «Now try. You must use your imagination to shape the magical energy! Visualize a sword in your hand, then cast the spell 'Weapon'. Got it?»
To visualize holding a sword.
It sounds so easy.
My eyes lock on my half-closed fist, mimicking hers.
I must see the sword in my mind.
To visualize the sword...
To visualize the sword!
«Blood Word Lv. 1: Weapon!»
...Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Not even a tiny letter opener.
What a letdown...
Sasha lets out a muffled giggle, gracefully covering her mouth with her hand.
Ayra, however, looks torn between embarrassment and disbelief.
«Lyon, are you stupid or what?!» Ayra snaps. «I told you to imagine holding a sword—it's not that hard!»
«Oh, little sister...» Sasha sighs, clearly entertained. «Blaming your familiar for your incompetence as a trainer isn't very princess-like.»
«Mind your own damn business!» Ayra shoots back sharply.
In that instant, Sasha disappears. A crimson flash flickers right behind me.
«W-What do you think you're doing to my familiar?!» Ayra demands, her irritation growing as she addresses her sister now standing at my back.
«Simple. I'll show you how a REAL trainer works,» Sasha replies with her usual arrogant elegance, barely disguised as courtesy.
Before I can even turn around, I feel something pressing against my back. Something big—very big—and soft.
There's no mistaking it... Sasha's boobs! Her breasts are completely pressed against me, her hands sliding into place—one resting gently on my abdomen, the other gripping my shoulder, her cheek brushing softly against mine.
I'm about to pass out...
«Y-You slut, get your hands off my familiar!» Ayra shouts, but Sasha ignores her completely.
«My inexperienced little sister isn't entirely wrong,» Sasha begins, her warm voice a soft whisper in my ear. «You must visualize the sword in your hand, but that's only the final step. Because of her lack of training, she doesn't realize that channeling Sanguis energy—for a vampire as natural as breathing—can be far more difficult for a human.»
Sasha's voice is... calm, reassuring, yet undeniably sensual.
I hold my breath as her words brush against my ear.
«Close your eyes and breathe deeply. Inhale... exhale... yes, like that...»
Her left hand, resting on my abdomen, moves gently up and down in sync with my breathing.
«Focus on the warmth flowing through your body—the warmth of Visanguis. You must feel it as part of yourself. Imagine it as a violet stream spreading through you...»
«Y-Yes... I can see it...» I mutter, my breathing growing heavier.
«Now, imagine that stream gathering from every part of your body. It flows along your arm and reaches your hand...»
As she speaks, I feel her nail tracing a line lightly from my shoulder down to my half-closed fist.
A shiver runs through me, goosebumps spreading everywhere.
Her voice is just... just...
I snap my eyes open.
My hand is wrapped in blood flowing from my palm, just like Ayra's before.
I can do this—I have to!
«Blood Word Lv. 1: Weapon!»
The blood begins to shape itself exactly as I imagined.
First the hilt forms, then the blade extends upward.
Excitement bursts inside me—I've never felt so accomplished in my life... but the moment doesn't last.
In an instant, my creation collapses, dripping to the ground like molten wax.
Damn it... it's way harder than it looks. Keeping focus on Ayra's naked boobs, on maintaining Visanguis, on the flow within me, and on the sword's form all at once demands insane concentration.
I wonder if I'll ever truly succeed...
«Not bad for a first try,» Sasha murmurs as she steps away from me, returning to her familiar.
This time her tone isn't mocking but sincere, giving me a faint glimmer of hope.
«I'll be looking forward to your next fight, which, if I'm not mistaken, is in two days. See you then,» she adds with a playful smile.
Then, Sasha and Dorje vanish in the same crimson flash they appeared in.