The wooden straw dummy was gone.
Nathan blinked several times, unable to process the scene.
"That… that… wasn't a dummy anymore," one first-year whispered in fear.
"He turned it into powder," another added.
Nathan swallowed hard.
He didn't even remember blinking.
He didn't remember seeing the blade arc.
One moment Kael lifted the sword.
The next—the dummy vanished.
"What… the…" Nathan whispered again, as if hoping the dust cloud would give him an answer.
Kael looked at the sword like a confused child lifting a toy for the first time.
"…Was that weird?" Kael asked.
Nathan snapped his head toward him.
"Did he just ask if that was weird?" he shouted at the first-years.
All of the first-years nodded stiffly.
Kael blinked again.
"I just used the same strength I always do…"
Nathan almost fell to his knees.
"The same strength!?" he squeaked.
"You nearly turned that dummy into ash!"
Kael scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"Sorry…"
The room stayed silent for a few seconds.
