Leon was ready.
Or at least, that's what he kept telling himself. As if anyone's ever really "ready" for getting their brain scrambled like eggs.
Famous last words.
It struck his mind like a brutal attack, even though it was supposed to be information to help him learn a new technique.
"Arrrggghhh!"
Stabbing agony lanced through his temples, heat prickling across his scalp as each pulse throbbed behind his eyes. Thump, thump, thump—his heart hammered against his ribs. A metallic tang coated his tongue, sharper than blood alone. Cold sweat dripped down his spine, pooling beneath him on the grass, the sweet scent of crushed wildflowers mixing with the coppery air.
His mind grew hazy, the world spun around him, and the last thing he remembered was the white jade slip humming in front of him.
He lost consciousness.
His brain took damage from the overload of information, as cobweb-like tears appeared within.
