Chapter 125: Trap
’Crap, I did not think this through. I need an excuse.’ He looked at Mela’s shocked face, then at Serian’s curious one. ’A lie, then. A really stupid one.’
"It is a human thing," he stated, his face completely serious. "A special breathing method to unlock the body’s latent potential. It is very advanced."
Mela’s expression turned from shock to deep skepticism. ’A breathing method? That is the most absurd thing I have ever heard. He is making that up. He must be.’
"You expect me to believe that you suddenly became that fast just by breathing differently?" she asked, her voice full of disbelief.
"I do not care what you believe," he said with a shrug. "It is a secret technique passed down through my family. We call it ’Total Concentration Breathing’." He was quite proud of himself for coming up with that on the spot. It sounded cool.
Serian covered her mouth with her hand, but her shoulders were shaking. ’Total Concentration Breathing? He is a terrible liar. But he is very amusing.’
"That is the most ridiculous name I have ever heard," Mela said, crossing her arms. "You are just mocking me."
"It is not a joke. It is a very serious and dangerous technique. If you do it wrong, your lungs could explode." This was fun. He could see Mela getting more and more frustrated.
The powerful surge of energy in his body suddenly vanished. He felt a wave of dizziness, and his legs wobbled. He stumbled forward, catching himself on a tree. The one-minute duration of the bean was over.
[Agility has returned to normal. You feel a bit tired.]
Mela’s eyes narrowed, a smug look returning to her face. "Your ’special technique’ seems to have a very short time limit. And it makes you look like a drunk."
"That is part of the cost," he said, pushing himself off the tree and trying to look steady. "The body can only handle so much latent potential at once. It is a trump card, to be used only in emergencies."