"Val... Val, check this out."
The cheerful shouting of a hazy figure gathered her attention.
"What is that?" she couldn't help but ask, her mind filled with curiosity as she watched the transparent energy engulf the hazy figure.
"It's aura."The figure jumped in joy, his aura flickering on and off like the bulb of a faulty street lamp.
"Aura?" She blinked.
Was that truly aura?
She was confused. Her mother also used aura, but hers was gold, while her father's was red. Yet her friend's was completely colorless. It looked incomplete, as if it was lacking something.
"I'm not kidding, Val. It's aura." Her friend tried to convince her.
"But why is it colorless?" she inquired, her thumb on her chin.
"...Well, it lacks intent."
Her friend sighed, responding a bit disappointed by her mild reaction.
"So Mama and Papa have intent?"
"Yep. And pretty strong ones at that."
"Really? Does that mean you're weak?"
