'Mm? What's up Shuuta? Is it important?' Abbadon responded swiftly, even though Shuuta irritated him a bit, he would never turn his back on his son...never again.   'Is Anima a [Domain]?'   This question left Abbadon speechless, it was a very advanced question! Even though he was unknowledgeable about stuff like that, thanks to Kohana, an Anima specialist, he was able to learn quite a lot.   He groaned in remembrance.   'According to your mother, Anima is related to a Domain, but no. It's not the same skill, they are separate skills from different learnable Magic. I've heard your new Master tell you that the Domain skills are unique to her, she is wrong. Sure, you can't learn the skill at conventional ends, but you can definitely acquire it.'   Shuuta's concerns were true. 'So what you meant was that Mystics...no, anyone with the capability can obtain that skill.'  <

Granny Iho's eyes opened after a prolonged closure, the weight of her closed memories left a sorrowful ache in her chest, and as she gazed at Shuuta, a few tears traced down her cheeks. Ceasing the release of her potent aura, she approached the stunned lad, her diminutive frame seeking a warm embrace from Shuuta. Slowly, his eyes widened, feeling an overwhelming surge of pure love. It was an unfamiliar, ethereal kind of affection, a love transcending time, passed down from one student to another. "Granny? Wh-what are you doing?" Shuuta's voice quivered, perplexed by her unexpected actions. "Quiet, boy. I comprehend your emotions well, perhaps more than you realize. I understand the hatred that festers within your heart, for I too have harbored such feelings for decades. But do not worry, I shall take that burden upon myself so that you can find liberation." Shuuta was taken aback by her offer, wondering why she would go to such lengths for him. "Granny..." Shuuta gazed intently i

"Hey… are you finished talking, or do you plan to keep entertaining me?" The armored Fallen wielded a massive dark sword and abruptly materialized before Shuuta, his teleportation skill at play. "Tch." Shuuta exerted all his strength, deflecting the blow; the clash ignited sparks that illuminated their determined faces. "Hey there, kid. It's been a while since I had a chance to greet someone. I was beginning to crave the taste of blood," the Fallen jeered in a sinister tone. "Are you a Mystic? What brings you here? This is supposed to be Master Iho's domain," Shuuta inquired while sizing up his opponent. "Huh? What nonsense are you spouting? This is Hiroyama's forgotten maximum-security prison, technically a dungeon that time left behind," the Fallen's eyes briefly clouded with sorrow before rage engulfed him, and he unleashed a powerful roar, his colossal sword shattering Shuuta's stance.

Shuuta couldn't bear to hear Hanako's agonized screams without taking action. He felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness washing over him as he sat on a cliff beneath the sheltering branches of an ancient birch tree. His back pressed against the gnarled trunk, he released a sigh laden with concern.   Moonlight bathed the scene, casting reflections of his own sorrowful state. The haunting echoes of Hanako's cries seemed to reverberate within him, etching pain deep into his tumultuous soul.   "His heart is faltering..." Kakoyo's gaze fell upon Shuuta from a distance, a silent observer of his turmoil. Unbidden tears welled up in her eyes.   Hikaru, resting behind a tree, broke the silence with a somber tone. "What should we do? It pains me to see him like this... it's a stark reminder of my mother."   Yuri's resolve shone through as she clenched her small fists against her chest. "We must be his pil