A day passed and he still was sulking, he noticed an ugly scar on his right wrist, almost as if it was sliced clean from the flesh.
His face became darker, he realized as well, he lost his hand in battle.
He clenched the hand that had the scar, gritting his teeth harder.
A memory of his past day arrived at his temple, he remembered a small conversation with Kentaro, in the infirmary, he had asked with utmost sincerity about something but circumstances took a turn for the worst? Maybe the best?
...
"Y-you...how did you infiltrate Memorial?"
"What? Who-"
A man wearing a tank top and a pink scarf around his thick neck, chocolate hair, and beautiful gem-like eyes were glowing, staring back at them, with dumbfounded looks on both Kentaro and Shuuta.
"Brother? Why are you here?" Kentaro had a stutter, backin
Shuuta had a wide grin plastered across his bright face. He was strolling by the side of the school, with his Katana hanging from his back, he walked and walked through the side making his way to the back patio, where the land of dirt and grass resided, it was half a kilometer approximately, and was scorching because of the stinging sun. Shuuta finally saw a man whistling away, killing his time. It was Kento, he also noticed Shuuta and raised his hand as a greeting. "You're here! Took you long enough." Shuuta ran to his new mentor and waited for his further instructions. "I see you're eager to train, I only decided to help you because you have potential. Your survival rate and low level showed me how good you are, so I'm expecting good results from you...umm-" Shuuta glared despondently, only to speak up with resolve. "Shuuta, Katashi Shuuta!" He points at his chest and
"Why are you back Kento-boy? You're not thinking of stealing the Black scroll are you?" "No, I'm not here to end the world. I'm here to ask for a favor…" Slam!* The old geezer slammed the marble where they sat, cups filled with tea splattered on the table. "How dare you! You don't have the right! Not after what you've done!" The geezer barked at the nonchalant Kento. Granny Iho raised her hand at the geezer, silencing him. "You know the gravity of what you've done boy, yet you seek me, your enemy? Why is that? You must have some important favor for you to risk your position." Kento scratched the back of his head nonchalantly. "Where to start…First of all, Abbadon is alive." Granny Iho and the geezer both raised from their sits. "What?! Demon King Abbadon is
Clang!*Clang!*CLANG!*Shuuta slashed masterfully as he gripped his infamous Katana, on the other hand, Granny Iho was parrying every blow that came towards her.Shuuta felt like he was slashing at a metaled wall! He couldn't dent or even leave a mark, she was stronger than all the opponents he'd faced before, that's for sure.Granny Iho remained quiet with a stern face, fighting to the fullest she's been.Shuuta then grabbed his scabbard from his back and carried it with his left hand.Shuuta suddenly sheathed his Katana back and unsheathed it with one single motion, slashing upwards and aimed downwards, making a crescent moon.Clang!*Granny Iho then started a dance streak, with her twin blades at hand, almost slicing Shuuta like meat.Shuuta was able to parry the top part
"Abolish the Power Council? Are you crazy?! All the Council members are Monsters! They are out of your league! Not even a Heavenly Commander can stand tall as one of them!" Azula could not believe Kento, he understood that he was the strongest Heavenly Commander but, there were still opponents stronger than a Heavenly Commander. "Yeah! Crazy-Kento!" Pepo roared. Kento then turned to Pepo with a serious glint of light. "Then answer me this…do you think the Great Mystic Elder is corrupt? Yes or no." "I…umm, yes." "Do you think his methods of laws are fair?" "…no." "If you had the chance to retaliate this instance, would you take it?" "Y-Yeah." "See! My faction is full of people that are tired of the unfairness and corruption of the laws." "Kento-san…"
'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.' <
"Have you heard what Shigeo did? Oi, Konseki! Are you even listening? You bastard!""Hahh? Shigeo this, Shigeo that, can you stop putting Shigeo's willy on your damn mouth, it's annoying."Inside an Izakaya, there was always a commotion, voices of all ranges clashed, many villagers drank to ease their sorrow, and others ate and enjoyed the atmosphere."What did you say asshole? I was trying to relay important information...gulp*" A middle-aged yukata-wearing villager chugged on his sake, slamming the cup as he finished drinking."Honestly, there is always something going on with Shigeo." The other man sighed and dropped his sake. He silenced himself and waited for his comrade to speak this "important" info."Shigeo murdered the 8th Shogun, all by himself."A deep silence fell upon both, the man wearing a kasa on his head glared at his friend in confusion, the
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
Hikaru's energy abruptly shifted, sending shivers down Shuuta's spine. A massive surge of mana congregated around Hikaru, catching Shuuta off guard. 'Didn't he mention having less mana than me?' While Shuura was technically right, there was more to it. "I'm about to unveil the results of my training, Shuuta." Hikaru's grin widened as he formed an 'X' with his crossed arms. Opening his palms, he released a wave of mana that pushed the tar monsters several meters back. Shuuta was prepared for impact, but the wave didn't harm him. "Huh? It didn't affect me." "It's not over yet! [Light Magic: Kingusunēku no su!]" Hikaru's command was followed by the formation of various luminous snakes that emerged from his back. One large serpent, imbued with a more ominous presence, stared menacingly at its surroundings from atop Hikaru's head. "Wow…incredible." Shuuta was left speechless
"So, how did it go?" Kakoyo's voice held a tinge of irritation, her impatience evident. "It went really well! We had a lovely date," Yuri responded, her words carrying a hint of wistfulness. "At least, it felt romantic to me..." Evidently, Hikaru, Kakoyo, and Yuri had conspired to create a storm of plans aimed at easing Shuuta's stress and bringing a smile to his face. Their scheme involved taking Shuuta out on a date. Of course, Hikaru wasn't tagging along; the date was to be shared between Kakoyo and Yuri. The two engaged in a fierce game of paper-rock-scissors to decide, and the outcome was Yuri's victory. "He does seem happier," Hikaru noted, casting a glance back at Shuuta, who was in the midst of performing his thousandth katana swing. Each swing was a testament to his dedication, honing his technique under Kento's guidance and infusing his attacks with newfound power.
The night enveloped the city, casting a shroud of darkness upon the bustling street. Pedestrians hurried along, undeterred by the cold. The corners of the avenue echoed with animated chatter. Illumination flowed from ornate lamps, painting the entire street in a warm glow. Stalls were scattered across the area, creating a vibrant atmosphere. Amidst this scene, a young man with crimson hair found himself captivated by the ambiance, transported to feudal Japan. Guards adorned in Yukatas and armed with ancient katanas patrolled the area. The women, all dressed in a variety of Kimonos, added a touch of elegance with their diverse colors and shapes. Shuuta was keenly aware of the exquisite craftsmanship in their clothing, hinting at its luxurious quality and perhaps hefty price. Shuuta shook his head, reminding himself of his purpose. He wasn't here for leisure or shopping; he had a mission to accomplish.
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
Shuuta readied himself, his eyes fixed on his father as he prepared to unleash his mana. "My son, I'll teach you a passive skill that can transform you into a formidable Mystic. As I mentioned, it makes you unpredictable and dangerous. [Sense Danger]. This skill can shift the balance of a battle significantly. And the best part? It's costless." Shuuta's ears perked up at this, his eyes sparkling as he exclaimed with a joyful tone, "Wait, it's free?! That's awesome!" Abaddon raised an eyebrow, his gaze focused on his son. "Why is he so thrilled?" He shrugged off the thought and continued inwardly. "Doesn't he realize the true price of a passive skill?" "Get ready, Shuuta. I'm about to flood you with Mana... just try not to pass out!" Abaddon ascended a few yards into the air, his intent sharp as he looked down at Shuuta. Shuuta paused, sensing the same overwhelming mana
"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.
Hikaru's energy abruptly shifted, sending shivers down Shuuta's spine. A massive surge of mana congregated around Hikaru, catching Shuuta off guard. 'Didn't he mention having less mana than me?' While Shuura was technically right, there was more to it. "I'm about to unveil the results of my training, Shuuta." Hikaru's grin widened as he formed an 'X' with his crossed arms. Opening his palms, he released a wave of mana that pushed the tar monsters several meters back. Shuuta was prepared for impact, but the wave didn't harm him. "Huh? It didn't affect me." "It's not over yet! [Light Magic: Kingusunēku no su!]" Hikaru's command was followed by the formation of various luminous snakes that emerged from his back. One large serpent, imbued with a more ominous presence, stared menacingly at its surroundings from atop Hikaru's head. "Wow…incredible." Shuuta was left speechless
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
"Have you heard what Shigeo did? Oi, Konseki! Are you even listening? You bastard!""Hahh? Shigeo this, Shigeo that, can you stop putting Shigeo's willy on your damn mouth, it's annoying."Inside an Izakaya, there was always a commotion, voices of all ranges clashed, many villagers drank to ease their sorrow, and others ate and enjoyed the atmosphere."What did you say asshole? I was trying to relay important information...gulp*" A middle-aged yukata-wearing villager chugged on his sake, slamming the cup as he finished drinking."Honestly, there is always something going on with Shigeo." The other man sighed and dropped his sake. He silenced himself and waited for his comrade to speak this "important" info."Shigeo murdered the 8th Shogun, all by himself."A deep silence fell upon both, the man wearing a kasa on his head glared at his friend in confusion, the
'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.' <