Mark lunged forward, ready to assault
Ronan in a fit of anger, but Drake
intercepted him, patting Mark's shoulder.
Drake crossed his arms behind him,
stepping closer to them. "So fascinating,
we have just barely spent two weeks,
and you have already found yourself a
loyal dog." He offered a faint smile.
Griffin, about to react violently, was
stopped by Ronan's raising his hand.
"Yeah, it's truly fascinating how you
acted up, deceiving everyone, including
the academy authority, pretending to be
a genius like some hero." Ronan stepped
closer, inches from Drake, locking eyes
with him.
The surrounding area immediately
erupted in whispers. Ronan glanced
around, nodding and smiling. Xena
clenched her fist and teeth, preparing to
charge into the fray, but Mark quickly
grabbed her arms. She turned to him and
tried to free herself.
"My lady, you should consider Drake's
intentions. Going in now might just get
on his nerves, which is exactly what our
foes wanted," Mark explained. "It won't
be too late for us to respond to their
malice when things really spin out of
control." Hearing that her actions might
provoke Drake, Xena stopped and
watched from the sidelines.
Drake turned to the students who
surrounded them and walked in circle.
"Who of you has heard or can testify that
I have ever boasted about my strength?
Please signify." Drake said, scanning the
faces before him. Silence fell over the
crowds as if their voices had been
chocked. Drake turned back to Ronan.
"I don't know where you got your
information from or what your goal is."
He thrust his fist into the air, stopping
inches from Ronan's face. "If you got
problems with me, just come directly at
me instead of dragging others into it or
twisting things." He turned to Mark and
Xena. "Let leave. Only an empty barrel
makes the loudest noise."
They started moving away from the
scene. As they approached Griffin, Mark
pointed his index and middle fingers to
his eyes, then towards Griffin, giving him
an eye spy gesture before disappearing
from the scene.
Ronan's head heated up; veins bulged
around his forehead as dark bloodlust
emanated from his body. He clenched
his fists and teeth, seethed with anger.
All the students sensing the dangerous
aura surrounding him quickly evacuated
the scene, avoiding what might come
next.
Everyone retreated to their dormitories
as dusk settled.
At Drake's room. Drake seated on the
bed, trying to process everything he
went through today, while Xena was
preparing to take a bath. "Xena," he
called, grabbing her attention. "How do
you dragons assimilate mana?" He
focused on her intently.
"Hmmm," Xena placed her right index
finger on her chin. "We just sleep, move
around, and have fun."
Drake's eyes narrowed, his mouth
twisted downturned as he tilted his head
away from her. "Ha-ah." He clapped his
right hand on his forehead. "Why did I
expect something reasonable?"
As Xena is about to enter the
bathroom, she suddenly remembers
something. "Oh, I remember something."
Drake turned to her eagerly. What did
you remember? Tell me." He jumped to
his feet, facing her; his eyes burnt with
excitement. "Big sister Lena once told
me this when I was struggling to absorb
mana. She said, 'Hey, Xena, I know you
are an idiot, but you might later find this
useful, so listen. Whenever you want to
sleep, always make sure your heart is
calm, breathe deeply through your nose,
and release your breath slowly through
your mouth.' That's all she said. "Xena
recited.
"Okay, thank you." Drake expressed
his appreciation as Xena entered the
bathroom to shower.
Drake finally understood why he only
felt a third of the pressure during the
mental assessment test. Xena's
explanation clicked into place. By
applying pressure to the heart, deeply
inhale and slowly exhale. He could
maximise mana absorption. He seated
properly on the bed, crossing his legs,
trying to imitate what Xena described.
To maximise their mana absorption
during their restful state. The dragons
inhale deeply through the nose, drawing
in rich mana air. followed by a slow,
controlled exhalation through the mouth,
which applied gentle pressure on both
hearts simultaneously. The pressure on
these hearts creates a rhythmic pulse
that acts like a pum that pulls mana from
the environment into the dragon's hearts.
The longer and more controlled the
exhale, the deeper the mana absorption.
This technique is called
'The Twin Pulse Resonance Technique'.
Drake repeatedly attempted to
simultaneously inhale and exhale;
Drake's heart ceased its rhythmic
pumping, as if he held his breath.
Drake lied on his back, reflecting on his
time since he was summoned to this
world. He realised his mind remained
tethered to earth, struggling to adapt to
this new world, where both rational and
irrational thought seems reasonable.
He also acknowledged that he's been
pushing Xena away, fuelled by his
resentment towards Lena, even though
their relationship has blossomed beyond
friendship.
As he wrestled in his thoughts, Xena
stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in
Drake's towel; her skin glowed as
everywhere shimmered. Drake's heart
felt like it was about to explode; his face
flushed red as he stared at her.
"Ahyoooo, is something wrong?" Xena
curiously said. Drake quickly turned
away.
He took a deep breath. "Xena," he said,
sitting back on the bed. "Humm," Xena
sounds to show she's listening.
"What you always requested for, does
it still stand?" Drake anxiously said.
"What do you mean?" Xena is
confused, looking at him. Drake signs
heavily.
"You idiot, do I really have to spell
everything out?" he muttered, clenching
his teeth in embracement. "I mean the
ritual."
"Really. Yeah, That will be great." Xena
eyes glowed with joy. Drake raised up
from the bed and walked towards Xena.
"But to do that we both need to be naked.
I mean , there is going to be body
contact between us." the room holds its
breath, as if waiting for the next blunder
to unfold, while her blushed face lucked
eyes with Drake.