To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life... And the world he helped to destroy. 'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'
Leon sat down on his heels right on the floor of the room he was in. Before him, Sarah replicated his position, save for how she didn't have a single article of clothing on herself.
"Calm down and steady your breathing," Leon spoke in a soft tone, aimed at helping the girl to forget about her embarrassment and calm down.
"That's not so easy when you are kneeling down naked…" Sarah protested a little with her eyes escaping to the side. Yet, she quickly proved her words to be just that of mischief as she closed her eyes and started to regulate her breath.
Bit by bit, the blush vanished from her cheeks and her chest caught a certain slow rhythm to how it moved.
'So far, so good,' Leon thought.
Hypnosis was a combination of magic that borrowed from spiritual magic and leeched off the mind's magic. And while Leon was the expert of the latter, he was nothing but a Sunday practitioner of the former.