Airoterp.
Risse residence.
Slumbering in sheets dyed red, his bony arm draped out reaching to the floor with long fingers.
Traces of a red dust wordlessly slid off atop his back.
The sun already reaching a point at the sky which induced the environment to be illuminated without fail caused an irritable occurrence. Towards active levels of luminescence and steadily rising waves of heat, the countless residents of the city would begin at a hustle and bustle.
However, he on the bed found such movement a bother, even if not said verbally.
A steady light protruded a glass window next to the bed.
Evidently, his passionate rest was set to be eroded from the beginning. Towards bedside, an alarm clock strike at 6:50 A.M.
At immediate notice, the alarm clock mercilessly rang as he became aware of an interrupting vibration echoing from the background. Drawing aggression from the very start, he assimilated a sphere of flames which gathered light.
Whilst on the bed, he became furious at each passing second and fired unimpeded at an annoying object generating an unpleasant experience.
His aiming capacity was dead-on.
As such, the irritating device ventured away from the explosion to the centre of the room. For a few more fleeting seconds, the annoying thing went dead silent, but would unfortunately come back with fury, hence loudly releasing a nerve-wracking sequence of tones.
Perhaps, a more direct approach was required. The soles of the feet touched the floor. No other choice but to deal with it head-on, whilst enveloping his right foot in flames.
He would lessen the distance between himself and the persistent thing and held it.
Apparent flames sprouted to coat a portion of his right foot from the knee toward the sole. Through a single suitable intake of air as if in preparation of an athletic event, the lad unleashed the alarm clock into the air and suddenly foot met metal.
He kicked the clock out the window. Slight surges of air ravaged the curtains.
A calm silence scattered about.
A room filled to the brim with animated movie posters, to display cases of well-placed figurines. For an average male entering their 20’s, they would have a somewhat collection but all that was pale in comparison to this collection.
***
Afterward, Inoyva mounted the hound, making way on to a predetermined destination.
It was a peculiar season. With spring grasping the surroundings, the inhabitants were also influenced by it. However, out of all things which were painstakingly awaited for, the Knight candidate introduction would commence in a few hours.
Upon arriving, the warm breeze which sweeps away at leaves at the ground and moves the ocean waves, blew at the awaiting damsel within his sights. Inoyva suddenly became mesmerized by her black and green hair fluttering, her unyielding expression at the wind and adorning the color of her eyes was the same emerald green.
Inoyva, with his tall self set foot onto the bridge where Cai awaited on.
Being a tad bit late, he would have to worm my way into her good books again, only to find Cai immersed in a foul mood. As she was also encased in the same pattern of garments, the difference being that of only a female version, it was the red uniform of Irisdescent.
“Morning… I know that I didn’t arrive at the exact time. But, I have good reason.”
He said with traces of nervousness in my voice.
“Let’s hear it, then.”
“Well… I thought you weren’t going to ask, so I didn’t prepare one.”
Cai focused her gaze, feeling dumbfounded.
“Tardiness disgusts me.”
Of course, it does.
Cai began glaring right into Inoyva’s soul as if she was imagining aiming for the neck.
Her gaze held many meanings, the most apparent, annoyance.
Even so, wallowing in the past would never change the events that already occurred.
She sighed inwardly and lessened the heavy levels of irritation encircling.
Cai walked a few paces, trailing off to the other side of the bridge.
She pulled out a piece of paper and looked to him when Inoyva asked, “So, did you get it?”
Inoyva calmly stepped forward in the same direction, noticing a piece of paper, “Yeah. I get that you want to be fit, but is this alright?”
To Inoyva’s side, Alka was eager for attention, lifting up its snout. Inoyva casually gestured long fingers into the hound’s mouth, emanating a familiar scent. Despite calling out to him, he gazed upon an adorable sight.
The hound panting would wag its tail from back and forth.
Cai detected a sudden flash of light from Alka. Noticing that Alka fulfilled its task, that being transporting its master to a predetermined destination, he initiated the same transportation method as before in order for Alka to return back from where it came.
The ground where the hound stood on revealed a formation of light once more and was covered to ultimately return to its origins with a slight hurl of wind.
“Yeah, it’ll serve a greater purpose than you think.”
He said with a dreamy happiness.
As a point that was somewhat a rendezvous point, the bridge served as a place for the two of them to meet. Their plans were to be carried out with haste, it would seem. However before everything, having walked a few paces in front the lad, Inoyva advanced fast and grabbed hold of Cai by the arm.
Following a tug of the sleeve, Inoyva gripped at her arm, pulling her closer to his body.
The action and motion Inoyva partook in, was swift, to the point of passing in a moment’s notice.
Inoyva drew the maiden closer, evidently invoking his crouch to point towards her sublime and alluring hips. Unclear of the initiated gesture, despite one thing being clear, their faces were too close to each other.
The lad intertwined his arms around the maiden, exuberantly turning her head to face his.
However that being his intention, that feeling was not recuperated at that time.
“There’s something hard touching me.”
“That’s just your imagination.”
An expressionless visibly not alarmed of a peculiar position, Cai jotted what sensation gesturing a girth of unbridled presence behind as the lad’s hot breath scattered upon the back of her neck.
The maiden softly parted skinship by nudging him a short distance with a gentle shove from both arms. Even after the advancement, the air around them hadn’t yet cleared for some reason and they kept warm expressions.
Inoyva noticed her eyes pointing towards him and her cheeks molting of redness.
Cai turned the other way, amidst Inoyva’s ensorcelled self.
Cai’s attention was furtively caught by a large building confidently displayed towards all from the giant gates of Irisdescent. The gates were no exception, with the sheer size of a staggering height and thickness. Inoyva, heavily breathing sought to rid off excess “weight” on his back, expressing this by passing glances at Cai. Quite evident, Cai was carried upon his back for majority of the way there. The gates to the elite academy were already opened for the commencement of the ceremony. Entering onto the sacred ground, they located a massive crowd from varying individuals, who were rather young as them. They gulped as all those other individuals probably came with the same notion. The next generation of candidates aiming for “Knighthood” made their way into an assembly hall stretching out to unknown lengths. Hesitation had no place there, heading in headfirst. *** With flamboyant regard to the red shade of uniform on us, it appeared as if we were high school students. That
The following sensation was clear as day, hitting like a bombardment of heavy things; his fist on my stomach made an impact that left the others around holding their breaths and contemplating my fate. ‘Shit, this much pain is a little…’ Inoyva’s pathetic form reflected off the headmaster’s eyes, he asked the same question from before, “Name and birthplace?” He was not remorseful after inflicting such a powerful blow to someone half his age. Well, I did show misconduct at him when laughing, so it was a given. ‘Damn… I thought I want going to die.’ Inoyva could at least reassure himself that he would not leave the mortal realm of living. Even still, it was not like he had escaped the dire situation he found himself in. “If you can’t find the words to my answer, then, tighten up your stomach for another knock or two?” Clearly from that monstrous voice, he would catch yet another one of those deadly blows. Perhaps this time Inoyva would finally die. Cai looked at Inoyva with his head
‘Though it doesn’t to have the name on the front cover, the technique it reveals is of a bodily reformation. It essentially uses Ethereal energy to work a manner to permanently strengthen one’s body.’ Well, using Ethereal energy to be more stronger is not something that is actually uncommon. And this type of teaching in not limited to a handful of people in the first place. ‘The difference is, with ordinary strengthening, you boost the explosive action of your body, may it be a single punch and thrust of the leg. For people with a higher proficiency, they can even strengthen internal organs. On the other hand, the body reformation technique uses Ethereal energy as nutrients rather than a quick fuel and implementing a sort of change. It is for those reasons why it is so fascinating. A mere person with this book’s teachings can develop the body of a season body-builder.’ However if it’s so incomparably positive, then most people would use it. Ultimately, the core concept of innate pow
“You know, though you call yourself a capable person, you got knocked out from the headmaster’s single punch.” Inoyva, less unresponsive in already knowing what his reality was, became the recipient of Cai’s constant ranting. In part, she was a close friend that obviously carried a certain degree of concern. He laid witness to peeling the skin off the red apple, within arm’s reach. “I know already.” Shrugging it off as a sense of responsibility he already knew off, but was at a stage of lessening the burden of her seething anger, Inoyva’s voice rang with a happy tone. “If only you didn’t laugh, that would have been a big help. What exactly was that made it so funny?” Inoyva could feel the stinging sensation of being pricked by the edge of the knife. She made an outward expression of seemingly elongated eyes that peered deep within his soul. After some thought, he was quite sure of that she would be in a less joyous mood than before, ‘I saw this coming a mile away.’ The good aspe
I was eternally grateful that she exhibited such profound intentions towards the headmaster. ‘Yes! Crush with all that you have!’ Inoyva released a disdainful smile towards Cai who remained under the palm of his hand. Inoya felt his hands embedded at her soft hair. She found herself seemingly silent at that sort of embrace. Copping her head, Inoyva turned suit, towards the other two maidens with the infirmary. ‘Let’s see…’ Inoyva’s eyes would narrow down, scanning the eager cousin. Despite the fact that she had a short stature, I can vaguely feel it. She has the same composite body as Cai, well not as gifted but is incomparably stronger to most women of her age. Perhaps after some time, she could be evaluated to be a Warrior-class Knight, give or take. ‘That’s actually perfect for me, since one other main aspect I chose to remain here.’ The collective arrangement of security within the elite academy is by far ahead of its time. For those reasons, since the dorms have both genders
Irisdescent. Student dorms, Class 12-C. 04:00 AM. The seasons of spring and summer prompted the sun to arrive much more early than in the cooler seasons of the year. With an appearance of the nearing star, days are prolonged noticeably and mornings filled with darkness are shortened; a female individual walked. Before a usual awaking hour the time when most people would open their eyes, when the morning dew is still white before being melted by the sun’s sunshine, Ms. Relka made way into the dormitory building like a thief in the night. Unlike a cunning thief keeping quiet before obtaining desired treasure, she nonchalantly waltzed in, with a box-like device in hand. Not wasting any time, she advanced from the first floor to the flight stairs and before reaching the first rooms to the floor above, a thing wrapped about her body and appeared to change. Ms. Relka, split her Ethereal energy into 19 clones of herself. Said clones did not share any conversation, only beginning to w
Cai continued, directing an aiming gaze towards the front of the class. “However, through that method, instead on focusing on increasing Ethereal energy, the individual’s proficiency in using their Destroyer Art will increase.” A certain glimmer made the instructor’s face brighten up, “Yes, that is correct. As such, as a Knight, how do you increase the proficiency of your respective Destroyer Arts? By training more! Through repetitive actions of diligence and hard work, a Knight’s destructive power will increase. That is it for the basic concept behind it.” From her lengthy sigh carrying certain emotions, was the conclusion or so it seemed from the lesson. In regards to the fact of the basic concept of Ethereal energy, it was a topic well-known to ordinary people that sparingly used Ethereal energy, even while not be entirely well-versed in the minor details. Drawing a curtain to a section of a lesson, they would have the passage of time pass by quickly. “…” The elderly instruct
Inoyva read through the contents Cai had come with. ‘The composition of Ethereal energy and its uses? Why would they be teaching something as basic as this?’ Inoyva, with that demeaning face seemed to scroll with a swift glance. He partly knew the majority of the contents regarding Ethereal energy. By chance, am I dealing with idiots here? He never plucked out a certain aspect regarding the entirety of that topic, trailing each page, ‘This seems more like what kids would need to learn... But wait, everything done here has reason. To this reputable academy, that is.’ I think I can see the reason why. For anything that requires precise and hard practice, a basic level of the fundamental basis would be the most optimal path to mastering it. For all fundamental movements that were attributed to a Knight, most are derived from Ethereal energy. In that sense, to thoroughly nail each sliver of information coming along way was a headache-inducing task, like a burdening matter. As such, l
The vanguard of the Legion of Shadow proceeded forward exactly as other smaller Legions would, with only a difference of the indefinite actions that were superior in terms of coordination and the individual combat capabilities of their Knights. Additionally, the swiftness of their actions caused an apparent decline of the Abyss’ numbers within moments after they trailed through. After all, one of the strong Legions would have obviously encountered and fought Abyss of a difficult rank exactly like this one or maybe a horde much more fierce. “…” To that area, at the outskirts, he gazed far and wide while gliding through the air. Accompanying him from behind being other Knights in the same squadron, unlike the rest, they showed particular interest in locating Abyss and identifying their characteristics but would not intercept them. Catching an appearance of what they were tasked with, a large Abyss reeled in the distance. Its size and height, that being tall enough for surrounding
Miraculously, countless Knights grasped the proceeding space and fervently emerged from thin air above the female Knight. Certainly those could be reinforcements from other Legions that could have finally reached the battlefield to offer some much needed support.They came after the climax already reached peak and now just helped in cleaning up the scraps left. Scraps of the defeated horde when compared to the initial force when the first 5 Legions entered the fray still posed a threat if they could run hurriedly and unchecked. And also, the citizens who lived there obviously wanted to return to their former homes and lives.Following that, the female Knight’s lips opened.“Clean it up.”Immediately, all gathering forces diverged into different directions as if they cut through the air like bullets. At least one thing in common that they did was head over to the Abyss soldiers.The Knight’s eyes peered into the distance.{Master of the Legion of Shadow, S-rank: Isui Setra.}***After
With the head, the leader of the horde of Abyss, the boss defeated the proceeding underlings it reigned over would scatter in every direction. Abyss gathered into a single formation known as a horde but due to their animalistic traits, they sometimes strayed from said formation to essentially do whatever they desired. And not necessarily to execute their role of being soldiers or guards since Abyss could care less about what occurred to their brethren. If they found prey to fill their stomachs, everything else was a bother.Except for the boss, the remaining monsters were ruled over. With an iron fist and understandable power in hand, the boss acted as a beckon, a sort of antenna that coordinate all movements in the horde and initiated for their formation to consist of the outer layer and mid layer for the purpose of fighting and pillaging enemies and prey, but still leave enough room for it to not be in the firing line. In that sense of train of thought, it was a strategist feigni
The boss was the strongest in a horde and noticing the sheer number of Abyss that crawled through the streets and everywhere else, they would be commanded. And a slightly capable boss could not maintain control of all those numbers. That glinted at a possibility at least that this one sole humaniod monster could potentially be a C-rank Abyss. As such, letting it go could be detrimental to the counterattack.A repeat of past events, the Knight would disappear like before as if she turned invisible. What was not clear from that point was that she would not let it escape. Up until then, the boss felt like a lesser individual that grasped at straws but now, a feeling of being trapped like a plaything before receiving a fatal strike became its reality. Suddenly, the boss felt a painful sensation as if its limb was being crushed. It was not an attack, but a hold over its left arm. The Knight once more appeared from thin air to the left side.Obviously, her power was unmatched. She used
In terms of the multitude of manners to conduct a battle against foes, there truly exist an infinite number of methods to go about conflict. Polished skills... Adaptive capabilities... Sharpened weapons… Innate abilities. Abundant talent…However, all that was pale in comparison to the proceeding situation, where a sole individual came crashing from the sky and did away with all of them using minimal effort. She commanded strength... An unordinary strength… A simple strength that could make anything and anyone kneel…It was a miracle or so to say that she could come to that moment at where the Knights’ force previously suffered a blow that left a massive dent. It was to say that due to that the Masters, the elite unit failed their given task without much needed thought to it. Being ultimately the most capable in their Legions proved a staggering responsibility to be placed atop their shoulders. However to those individuals, said load was welcomed with wholeheartedness. But, a blund
The boss expected a difficult fight, but this was rather not interesting in the least. If the opponent already figured the gap in numbers between them, she might have turned tail in order to save her own life or even call for further assistance. A difference in the overall forces ended up being the deciding factor. The boss would smirk but then notice something aloof with the stationed soldiers on the ground. A passing gust of wind blew slightly. In its insignificance, a rising tension among the Abyss lowered, this would guarantee the victory. But then, one head out of the heads among the stationed soldiers seemed to fall off the body and land to the ground. The next soldier near also found its head proceeding to land on the ground like a ball and roll over. Blood immediately spilled out of the decapitated bodies and finally fell to the earth. Surprisingly, another group lost the command of their bodies and fell, partly due to the heads that landed to the ground first. As if
A loud bang was heard throughout the outskirts of the city. Following a flash of light with a shade of purple, tremors and air pressure generated by said sudden explosion was apparent all over. Even distant Knights from far away could probably see it without wielding Amadioha of a green shade. A massive sphere that could scale the tallest of buildings caught attention. Accompanied with the never ending gusts of the wind, other living creatures found themselves blown away as if they shared weightless characteristics of plastic or paper. Even for the citizens, who no less could achieve a subtle level in Destroyer Arts knew from that explosion that it was one of the techniques in a Destroyer Art, the size was too abrupt, only a Knight could have activated it in such short notice. And the traces of Ethereal energy lingering in the air could catch their attention without needed effort. Certainly, the cause of the explosion needed to be identified, that being the Knight, it was unth
The figure built up unthinkable speed and momentum as to deliver the strongest strike with minimal motion.The posture taken and the form gestured to coordinate with the fact that it was airborne, was perfect. A fist brimmed with unearthly strength caught one of the guard’s jaw in less than a second.A massive bang resounded throughout the entire area and caught attention from all over. Air pressure generated furtively gestured near the vicinity.Exactly like a seasoned boxer extending their arm for a right hook with explosive speed and devastating power, the figure achieved the same effects and managed to inflict damage towards the guard’s face. Following momentum, the guard stumbled even though it stood on all fours. Ultimately, it lost balance and would fall, but the buildings near halted its descent. For the monster, thankfully it was far enough to be prey of a strike, but the boss was still far ahead while being protected by other Abyss of the same kind. ***At the somewhat o
Thankfully, the elite unit composed of four Masters was unharmed at the blazing projectile’s wrath. Was it due to luck coupled with their efforts of maneuverability? Evidently, the projectile was not directly fired at them due to a fact that they were not the intended enemy. Looking to the projectile, a fireball with blue flames, it had high levels of Ethereal energy wrapped about in it, pointing to that a Sykoh, preferably a Knight fired but what another thing about it was the remnants of another type of energy. Another type of energy pitch-black in nature and brought a sense of coldness around despite infused to the concentration of arid creations.Perhaps the ally they desperately wanted to join, adjusted the course of the fireball so not to harm them, but inflict damage to the guards nonetheless? A definite answer could not be given, though. After all, amidst the immediate explosion and hurls of air pressure because of the fireball, they had lost sight of what produce and sh