"Oh, did I say girlfriend?" Looking at Yoonhe's blush one corner of my mother's lips crept up into a smirk, "I am sorry. I meant to say his female friend but I accidentally called you his girlfriend. Sorry." My mother said, shaking her head.
"Oh, Huh? Ah, yeah." Yoonhe nodded, "Yeah, you are right. We are friends. Only friends." She smiled, a blush still visible on her face.
'Yeah, she likes my son alright.'
'She is blushing and can't even look straight into my eyes.'
'Ah, she is so cute.'
'My son is so lucky.'
My mother was a little jealous of her beauty.
"Well, nice to meet you, Yoonhe." My mother extended her hand towards Yoonhe.
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs." Yoonhe took some steps forward and shook my mother's hand.
"Can I ask you a question? How did you manage to keep your hair so silky smooth?" My mother asked.
"Yeah?" Yoonhe blinked.
"Your hair is so soft and shiny, I would love to know the secret behind it," My mother said, smiling.
After that... Well, nothing is worth mentioning...
So I will get back to the garage where I was getting ready for the test of the Skill [Finger Gun].
I stood up from the ground and took the Finger Gun position from my right hand.
The tip of my index finger was pointed towards the wall, my other three fingers were bent, and my thumb was facing the ceiling.
"Let's go with the weakest shot to see the effect."
And...
"Shoot!"
But...
Nothing happened.
"Why? Didn't the skill say it would shoot a bullet made of mana from my finger? Why did nothing happen?"
Ding!
— Please add the MP value you want to put into the shot.
"Add MP?" I blinked, surprised.
{Yes, MP, full form Mana Points, is the amount of mana you can use to create and shoot the bullet.}
"Ok, then let's add 1 MP."
I pointed the finger again and said, "Bang!"
And again nothing happened.
{You can't convert MP into bullets just by saying it. You have to feel the Mana in your body first and move it into your finger to shoot.}
{The reason this skill was so cheap was because it doesn't give pre-made bullets but rather uses the user's mana to create it. So you can't just shoot a bullet using a single finger without converting MP into it.}
'Oh, I understand.'
I nodded.
Let's feel the mana inside me.
'I need to feel the mana inside me.'
'How do I feel the mana?'
'Where is it located?'
'How do I move it?'
'Hmmm.'
Well, I know none of these things, so how do I get the feeling of mana?
Wait...
There is a way.
I had learned some strange material arts techniques from a temple. They said it was to move a hidden energy inside a human body.
From what I had seen they could move objects without touching them and could make the wind blow by waving their hand.
It was an amazing technique and I had learned it but I had never used it after that.
If the techniques are something similar to...
I closed my eyes and tried to remember the instructions I had been given.
'Breathe in...'
I felt my lungs expanding, and the air flowing into my body.
'Breathe out.'
I felt the air leaving my body.
'Feel the energy flowing through your veins, from the top of your head, to the tips of your toes.'
'Follow the energy and find the center, where it is the densest.'
'Find the spot, and imagine a whirlpool. Spin the whirlpool and the energy will start to flow.'
Yes, it is working. I can feel the flow of energy in my body.
And now last but not least. Adding a touch of my own knowledge to it.
'Now think of the energy as pure Mana and send it towards your fingertip.'
I raised my hand once more without opening my eyes...
"Here we go."
Bang!
A banging sound resounded through the room.
I opened my eyes.
There was a hole in the wall, the size of a bullet, and it was still smoking.
'Oh, shit.'
'Wasn't the MP supposed to be 1?'
Ding!
— This is the weakest shot of the finger gun skill, it uses 1 MP.
"Weakest?! This?!?!" I screamed, "This is the weakest?!"
{This is the weakest shot. Next time, try to use 5 MP and you will see the difference. And, if you use 10, maybe a big hole will be created on the target and the bullet will pierce through it.}
'Wow.'
'But, 5 or 10, Do I have that much mana?'
{Nope, you only had the amount of mana you have used on the bullet. Here are the details.}
Suddenly another screen appeared in front of me.
—
Mana Capacity: 1 (10)
Mana Left: 0 (10)
—
'Only 1 mana? But, why are there two numbers?'
'What do the numbers in the parentheses mean?'
{In the parenthesis, it is showing the mana which can be used for your body rather than for a skill or a technique. You can use these points to increase your physical abilities.}
'Oh, I see.'
'That's why there are only two numbers.'
'Because I can use the other 10 to increase my strength and stuff. Like running faster or lifting heavy objects.'
{Exactly.}
'Interesting.'
{But remember if your internal Mana hits 0 then you will die. So, take care of it.}
'Ok, understood.'
{Good.}
"But, this is still a great skill. The best part is that the recoil is not that strong, I barely felt it." I was surprised and happy.
{Yeah, you can thank your dexterity and perception stats for it. If not for them, you would have felt the recoil and would have probably gotten injured. It seems like you have done some training.}
{Your stats are pretty good for someone who is level 1. That's why you could perform a weak shot, but if a normal person uses a weak shot, their finger would have probably blown up, along with the target, and they would have lost their hand in the process. You can consider yourself lucky.}
"What? You are telling me that now? Why didn't you tell me before?"
{Because I didn't want to. And I had already checked your status, so I knew that you could handle a weak shot. So, yeah.}
"Ugh!"
'Damn!'
'This fucking system.'
'Why did I get a module like her?'
{Hey! What does that mean?}
'Nothing, I am just praising you.'
{Oh, you are praising me? Well, I am a genius so, I will let you off the hook this time.}
"Thank you, Module-sama."
{Ah, don't call me module-sama. Call me by my name. And, the name is Saya.}
"Saya?"
{Yeah.}
"Hmm, ok. Saya-sama!"
Hearing me, the Blind Wives Module, also known as Saya, shouted in my head, sounding angry, {I told you to not call me Sama!}