Maharaja sat on the royal throne, his eyes closed. Outside, Sameer was watching through the window, clutching the stolen golden scissors and laughing. He was waiting for Sufiyan to humiliate himself.
[Skill Active: Etheric Cutting!]
[Time Remaining: 04:30]
Sufiyan raised his hand. Suddenly, thin lines of blue light appeared at the tips of his fingers. As he moved his hand through the Maharaja's hair, there was no sound of metal—only a soft humming sound.
The hair fell away perfectly, as if sliced by a laser. The crowd outside gasped. They couldn't see any tools, only Sufiyan's fingers moving like a dancer's.
[Ding! Style Precision: 100%]
[Bonus: Royal Blessing energy absorbed.]
In just four minutes, Sufiyan stopped. The Maharaja opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. He didn't just look younger; he looked powerful, like a warrior from the legends.
"This is not barbering," the Maharaja whispered, standing up. "This is art. I have never felt such peace."
Suddenly, a loud CLANG was heard. Sameer had dropped the stolen scissors in shock. The Maharaja's guards immediately surrounded him.
[System Mission: Success!]
[Reward: Sameer's Salon Title Deed (acquired through penalty).]
Sufiyan looked at Sameer, who was now trembling. The table had turned.