He extended his bleeding wrist towards Jason. "Teacher, is this okay?"
Jason remained silent, taken aback by Hal's immediate compliance. The boy's actions were always a puzzle, his thoughts a maze without a map.
Gently, Jason motioned with his hand, and the droplets of blood levitated from Hal's wrist, coalescing into a frost-like vial in Jason's palm.
[Blood of demigods cannot be recycled]
A realization dawned on Jason; perhaps anything of divine origin was beyond simple magical manipulation.
After securing the vial, Jason explained, "Your blood is very special, Hal. I need to study it, perhaps even use it in certain rituals..."
Hal nodded, his expression unreadable.
After a pause, Jason unsheathed his own long sword, the blade catching the light. "In return, I will subject you to more rigorous training. I promise it will be brutal, full of fear and flirting with death. Prepare yourself!"