My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 713

If it were ice, Kisha wouldn't have any trouble lifting it since it had a defined shape. But water was an entirely different challenge. Frustrated but determined, she tried again.

'Ugh! I never thought it would be this difficult… But then again, I know it's not impossible. Water is still considered matter, and telekinesis isn't limited to objects with a fixed form."

With this realization, Kisha's understanding of telekinesis deepened. The power wasn't confined to simply lifting and moving objects—it held far greater potential. But what truly defined an "object"? Was it restricted to only solid materials or living beings?

She didn't think so. Anything within her sight, anything composed of matter, could theoretically be controlled. The only limit was her mind and her mastery over her ability.

With renewed determination, Kisha took a deep breath and focused on the body of water before her. She envisioned a pair of invisible hands forming a scooping motion, this is something only she could see.

Carefully, she willed the water to gather within that unseen grasp, lifting it steadily toward her.

Some droplets spilled from the edges, escaping her control, but she didn't let that discourage her. Slowly, yet surely, she guided the mass of water toward the bathtub, carefully lowering it inside. When she finally succeeded, a surge of pride washed over her.

Grinning, she stared at the filled bathtub, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

Just as she was about to relax, the sound of rustling bushes caught her attention.

"Wifey, if you're going to take a bath, would you like me to warm your bathwater?" Duke's voice echoed from outside her makeshift open bath.

Kisha instantly felt shy. She loved bathing in warm water, and she knew it would help wash away the gunk and impurities clinging to her skin more easily. But the thought of Duke getting any closer, possibly catching a whiff of the unpleasant smell, made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

She was torn between comfort and embarrassment, but in the end, comfort won. Reluctantly, she agreed, though she instinctively took a few steps back from Duke.

Duke had to stifle a laugh, making sure she didn't see it—he knew she would feel even more self-conscious if she did. But to him, this side of Kisha was incredibly endearing. Her embarrassment only showed how much she valued his opinion, and the thought that she cared so much about what he thought of her made his heart swell with affection.

"Hmm..." Kisha hummed in agreement, but when Duke stepped into her makeshift open bath, she instinctively took a few steps back, avoiding his gaze. Pretending to be busy, she rummaged through her toiletries, pulling out shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, and everything else she needed.

Duke, sensing her embarrassment, chose not to tease her further. Instead, he turned his attention to the bathtub filled with water. A fireball flickered to life in his hand, and as he dipped it into the water, a soft sizzling sound filled the air, steam rising gently from the surface.

The fire vanished, but Duke's hand still radiated warmth, the lingering heat from his flames seeping into the water. Before long, wisps of steam rose from the surface, curling into the air. "Wifey, do you want to check if the temperature is just right, or if it's too hot?" Duke asked, pulling his hand away and glancing at her with a gentle smile.