Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?

Leon's jaw dropped, his blush deepening to a shade that rivaled the Crimson Thorn from his vision.

"I-I wasn't!" he stammered, though his guilty glance at Saria's chest betrayed him. "Okay, maybe a little. Can you blame me?"

Terya chuckled, her green eyes sparkling as she stepped closer. "Focus, kid," she said, her tone playful but firm.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing his neck, and a shiver ran through him. "Picture a flame—sharp, controlled. Like a blade."

Leon nodded, his heart pounding from the dual assault of Saria's kiss and Terya's touch.

He closed his eyes, gripping the stone, and tried again, picturing a flame like Terya described.

The magic surged, stronger now, and a small, steady flame flickered in his palm, no longer tit-shaped.

He grinned, a spark of pride cutting through his embarrassment. "Hey, I did it!"

Saria nodded, her face blank but her eyes approving.