«B-Blood Manipulation… S-Spike Bullet!»
A thin, fragile spike of solid blood bursts from my palm. At this point, it looks more like a tiny sewing needle than a sharp spike, and yet… SWISH!
«F-Finally… I did it…» I murmur with immense satisfaction, dropping to my knees in exhaustion. My gaze locked on the coconut that just fell from the palm, sliced clean at the stem.
It's definitely not the first one I've managed to knock down tonight, but I set myself the goal of making three fall in a row.
At first, just getting one to drop was an ordeal, but with every attempt I felt myself getting closer, until after a couple of hours of nonstop tries I managed to cut down two in a row.
And now, with the sun starting to peek over the horizon, I've finally done it.
It's time to head back to the resort — I just hope those two managed to come up with a convincing enough excuse to justify my absence all night, because I have no idea what I'd even tell Veronica.
