Terrible at Control

"That's pretty cool," Tam mumbled, observing the boy scramble to run. "Hey, Sela, how did he do it?"

Arsela shot him a disapproving gaze. "Don't call me by my nickname," she said.

"Why? It sounds nice," Tam said. "Not to mention, I'm the closest friend you have."

"I don't even know anything about you," Arsela snorted.

Tam shrugged. "Anyway, what kind of skill was that?"

"I'm not sure," Arsela said. "It's some kind of aura control. It is the type of skill that the system didn't count in your status page."

"Why?" Tam frowned.

"I don't know." Tam didn't hear that from Arsela that often. "It's likely because the system is unable to divide them into ranks, if they are even possible."

"How do we learn it?" Tam asked. Shutting up snotty kids without even lifting his hand was something he would like to have.

"Don't waste time; the two minutes are almost up."