"Lesson one, sweetheart. Creativity counts for everything." He taps his temple for emphasis. "I want to you think of weapon that isn't a weapon. Then, and only then, we may talk."
Wacon laughs heartily, "Well done! You got it quicker than me when I was your age!" He pats Salt on the shoulder in a fatherly manner. It feels like an avalanche landed broke his collar bone.
"You'll see when we get there." Wacon pulls out a bottle of glowing liquid from his bag and breaks it on the ground. A seal appears on the ground. "Hop in."
"I have no idea who either of those people are." His voice comes out garbled. "Do you see a small demon in front of you?" Not to far off, there is a demon.
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