Killing Intent, and Compassion
Jyorta used the piece of cotton to apply pressure on the spot he had used the syringe to extract blood. The blood slowly diffused into the bowl water, taking its sweet time.
There was a small red mark on the piece of cotton; it was a drop of his blood. Jyorta glanced at the marked spot, noticing that the blood no longer leaked out.
He sat in silence, training his mind while waiting for the blood to finish diffusing into the bowl water. Five minutes later, the bowl water had turned a shade of pink, almost homogeneous. He then picked up the nail by holding a strand of hair wound around it and gently placed it on the water surface.
It floated without trouble, its body partially submerged. The presence of the 12 hair strands kept it afloat. The bowl was currently on the table; Jyorta sat on the chair, situated 40 centimetres away. He gazed at the nail, beginning to emit his aura.