Careful what you say about badgermoles over there, Bumi.
At the count of ten, Toph turns with that same exaggerated exasperation that she gave him initially. One foot. Two.
Before her eyes widen. And her brow furrows. Because he's not holding it. It's like it disappeared.
How . . . ?
Normally she'd say he put it down, accuse him of cheating. But she should be able to pick it up somewhere. She can pick up an ant walking up a tree 50 feet away; she should be able to pick up a tiny bit of wood even if he has hidden it.
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At the count of ten, Toph turns with that same exaggerated exasperation that she gave him initially. One foot. Two.
Before her eyes widen. And her brow furrows. Because he's not holding it. It's like it disappeared.
How . . . ?
Normally she'd say he put it down, accuse him of cheating. But she should be able to pick it up somewhere. She can pick up an ant walking up a tree 50 feet away; she should be able to pick up a tiny bit of wood even if he has hidden it.
But . . . it's gone.
How?