Umi checked what the happening on her phone. A notification. Pure magic was to be unlocked when three prerequisites were completed. Well, seven prerequisites. Four of them were technically different flavours of the same thing. But that was a clue. Even a dumbass like Umi could figure out how to do all of those things, right? This was now her quest to get the mythical pure magic so she could blast Katsuo to the moon with a kamehameha wave.

[color=94DBEB][b]"Let's go get my magic tested,"[/b][/color] she said before adding in a little flourish to her statement, [color=94DBEB][b]"so I can dab on these haters."[/b][/color]

Really, everything she wanted in this world was to get to the moment where she could do some dumb shit like flying around blasting people with kamehamehas with one hand and eating the everything burger on the other. She would complete her mission at any cost. Her hopes and dreams would not be stopped. Unless she died again. But what were the odds of that? NIL, ZIP, NOTHING. SHE WOULD LITERALLY REFUSE TO DIE THE SECOND TIME AROUND. That's all there was to it. If there was magic, she could probably just live via purity of will. But that was some bizarre manic thought process that she had thought up of in a random tangent. In the mean time, she could train her magic. Quickly, she rubbed her hands together. Like some caveman, the thought of heat = fire was in her mind. She would make fire and master it. Same with some other elements. Anything for the kamehameha.