Elder Blood Witcher 329 Bunny Can Bite

She nods with a determined look.

Reima sighs, "Er, so I'll just say it out now... I'm literally giving you part of my soul so, this will feel weird for both of us..."

...

Ciri "What?"

Reima shakes his head, "Just, try not to be surprised." he says and materialises a tiny portion of his soul, also making sure to separate out every other power that isn't just "fire", he didn't know if she'd be able to handle Chaos flames yet and didn't wish to test it out, it does take some effort to remove all other traces from the flame but it's an essential part of her training. Ciri watches as a small fire appears on her friend, now masters hand. It looks l self contained, let a seed waiting to sprout.

Reima "Hold out your left hand." she does as he asks, "Now, just give in, do not resist this." he says as he grasps her hand with his, the seed-like flame embedding itself into her palm, it doesn't burn but... Tickles? She s.h.i.+vers as the feeling moves up her arm and under her bosom, the warmth is gentle yet stimulating. She takes a glance at Reima and sees that his cheeks are bright red, she can even feel his palm become sweaty...

Eventually Reima lets go and they both unconsciously sigh at the loss of the warm feeling, both blus.h.i.+ng at hearing the other afterwards.

Ciri "That, was interesting..." She says with burning cheeks.

Reima "Yes... Wanna do it again?"

Ciri "No." he's immediately rejected.

Once they had composed themselves Ciri opens her left hand and sees nothing, confused she tries to channel mana through it which also does nothing.

Reima "You need to summon the Pyromancy flame, just will it into being."

She looks at him confused but does so, eventually managing to summon the baseball sized fire on her palm. She grins at this and tries to throw a fireball but only manages to send a few embers out.

Reima goes onto explain about how mana manipulation works with Pyromancy and why most spells are medium to short range. She looks slightly miffed that he didn't explain this earlier but accepts it anyway, it's already too late to turn back now.

While Ciri's practising mana manipulation Reima turns his attention onto Nerissa who's patiently waiting at the side with a sword in hand, truth be told, she looks like the lonely kid at a playground...

Reima "Wanna train?" he asks while stepping over.

She nods and drops into a school of the wolf stance, it impresses him that she's already quite proficient despite only training a month or two with them. He draws a steel sword from his Folded s.p.a.ce and waits for her strike.

As she's a vampire her speed is not negligible, despite her young age she must be four to five times faster than a regular human. Though, he could swear she wasn't this fast before... She dashes forward and lunges at him, causing him to lift his blade up with a flick to deflect it, turning his wrist for a quick slash at her throat, she sees this common counter attack and leans back, allowing the blade to brush a few millimetres away from her neck. She turns and tries to donkey kick him which forces him backwards and allows her to stand back up.

Reima "Very good, Ciri's been training you well." he says and spots a small smile on her face.

This time he goes on the offence, briskly stepping forwards before feinting at her legs and striking from above. Nerissa locks the downward slash in her guard and forms ruby-like claws to form over her nails while trying to slash past their blades and at his face. He has to back away to avoid losing an eye or gaining another scar, well, if he was still a regular human atleast.

Reima "I thought we were training your swordsmans.h.i.+p?" he asks curious at what she'd say.

Nerissa "Lose sword, die." she states blankly, allowing the claws to liquefy into blood and crawl back under her fingernails.

Mentally Reima sighs, her sword had shattered while she was fighting against her attackers and he couldn't help but think if he had given her a properly powerful sword or even a silver one, her mother would still be around today... He just hadn't expected someone to attack them the moment he and Ciri were away, it's as if they knew the attack on the World Cup was happening and it would force them to remain... No, he'll become a conspiracy theorist if he continues with this line of thought. Instead he focuses on training Nerissa and Ciri to be the strongest they can be, the former to become an extremely powerful physically based fighter and the latter to become something that resembles his own style, with sword and magic both utilised in-tandem.

Reima "Nerissa, once you've become strong enough I'll be giving you another sword... It's kind of tradition for Witchers, I myself received my first swords from Geralt, though they're almost obsolete at this point. he says, materialising his first silver sword and looking over it in nostalgia, the red runes on it still glow strongly, as if it's waiting for live combat.