"1?!" Ethan was bewildered at the revelation from his yawning mother. Just this strike had required more than 80% of his power. He was just moments away from using Sync and all from a simple spear throw from his mother.
"Huh? Surprised?" Madeleine asked in confusion.
"You senile old woman! Are you trying to kill me?!" Ethan burst out his eyes glowing a deep crimson. A vein bulged on Madeleine's head when she heard this. Her green eyes darkened as a fearsome aura burst from her.
"What did you just call me you ungrateful brat?!"
"Senile old woman!"
"You are dead!"
In one moment, Ethan was standing his room, his stance defensive. The next moment, he was hurtling through the sky with smoke coming from his hands which were twisted in weird angles as they healed quickly. The wind sharply brushed past his face and his naked upper body. His clothes had been destroyed in the strike from his mother. His Psyche-Eye barely failed to react. Even his block was purely instinctual.