Heamet started throwing his balls around looking for something to fight, they were only making a ricochet on the tree he was hitting, and even not at full force, some dents could be seen, and some holes were even poked through, he could heal that from the tree at any time with his hands, just by transmitting the Spin in it, some say it's a completely different energy that passes when he heals with his hands, although he was destined to be a doctor by his mother, his father told him to go for anything he wanted, and doctor was certainly not going to satisfy his thirst of fighting Grimm, he had nothing against them, but they were a punching bag of sorts for him, he was completely okay for that, and his hunger for travel was insatiable, he wanted to see the world, and as a doctor, he never would've been able to do such a thing.
But even then, his mother gave his approval, for he could save lives with the natural talent he had with Aura and the art of the Spin, though, some people say that there is another energy, an energy that doesn't come from the body, but rather from the sun, it is said that it makes sends ripples to heal and damage through matter, though not as destructive as the Spin in terms of sheer power, it is destructive in the way that it buffs the user so much, it becomes nigh impossible to be wounded by conventional weapons. Heamet had been told of this, and his thirst for that knowledge was unlimited, he wanted to know what it was, and how to use it. Heamet murmured something intelligible like a secret oath to himself, he went in a sort of trance sitting in the tree.
While Ether was still relaxing trying to feel everything around him he wanted to, ever since Heamet got the power of the Spin, he wondered if anything had happened to him, except his semblance, which had appeared shortly after that event, he never really understood how his semblance was describing him, especially the fact that his semblance was the fact that he could duplicate objects, or even himself with a bit of concentration, he even found out how to hide in the plane that he creates for his illusions, giving him an almost absolute defense, if he can call it. Which is next to impossible except when he is meditating, and even that, he can't do it all the time. His semblance never described him, he thought it would've been something that was more of a defense thing, as he always wanted to be alone, away from society, now though he grew almost used to the people of Vale, but he still has a big case of Agoraphobia.
