Black Magic

As we were chatting, I couldn't help but be struck by a sudden, amusing thought. "Hey, wasn't there something you were going to tell me earlier?" I asked Fushima. Our conversation had meanderingly diverted, but she might still have useful information to share.

Fushima leaned forward, almost conspiratorial. "Actually… I have this skill that lets me copy other people's skills. I can use their powers as if they were my own."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, you steal skills and can use them yourself?"

She grinned. "Exactly!"

"That's… powerful. Almost scary, actually," I replied, considering the potential, but she quickly clarified.

"Not quite. It's more like I borrow them, not outright steal," she explained. "In fact, your dark mist skill, Black Miasma, is already logged in my Skill Talker ability, ready to be used."

"Wait… so you're a thief?" I recoiled mockingly.