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Topic Started: May 30 2016, 02:02 PM (1,465 Views)
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
Time stood still and everything seemingly went blank in Vento’s world when he heard Daiki mutter the words that shocked him to his very core. For what was supposed to a confidential call from his superior, the teen had acquired knowledge of his interaction with Herman out of nowhere and openly declared it to everyone around them as if he were the town barker. The only possible reason for Daiki’s knowledge of it pointed to him eavesdropping on their conversation – either intentionally or accidentally. He did not know how much Daiki knew about the communication between him and Herman, but one thing was certain: he was on a short leash and he had to appease whatever twisted request Daiki was asking for him for the time being.

Once the initial shock of Daiki’s ‘play’ wore down, the young man’s mind allowed itself to calmly and collectively analyze the situation. From the words Daiki chose to employ, it seemed that he wanted to humiliate him in front of everyone – a test of resolve, perhaps? Did he want to know how far Vento would go to safeguard such sensitive information from leaking out to the public? Of course there was no way the general majority would be interested over something so trivial as a suicide in a no-name town, but if it was a direct order from his superior; if he were to disobey it, there would be inevitable consequences that would be sure to hound him for the rest of his career in Neo Cortex.

If that was Daiki’s game, then he would let the impudent teen know that he was a faithful servant of Neo Cortex and he would not be found wanting in his duties. He would rue the day he spoke those words of challenge to his resolve and the heiress to the Kushinada house would know to never belittle the determination of Vento Aureo himself. If you think this is enough to rattle me, then you have another thing coming, you cheeky brat!

With carnal hunger flowing through his veins, Vento took the butterbeer he was handed by his companion, drank a generous amount from the can before putting it aside for the time being, then pulled in Daiki by his waist and kissed him on the lips with lascivious savagery. Connected by the mouth, Vento pushed the butterbeer into the disguised woman’s mouth while his tongue aggressively sloshed around with Daiki’s own like two cobras fighting while submerged in a pool of beverage and saliva. He did not stop with his assault until he had forced Daiki’s throat to take in all the butterbeer from his mouth, their kiss finally reneging in a sticky and sloppy manner. It did not stop there, though; Vento wanted to drive a point home and thus went the extra mile to make sure his partner understood it.

Right after their kiss, Vento pulled Daiki by the jacket and pushed him down to the floor in front of the three teenagers whom Vento had no idea were the subject of the blonde’s playacting. He straddled his body without regard for who was watching them, his crimson eyes bearing down on the vulnerable Kushinada in blatant contempt. His hands traced a line across the teen’s restricted chest with his finger, touching on the meat but leaving the tips of Tsuna’s captured mounds off in isolation since it was meant to tease. Vento’s finger finally reached the hem of the jacket which he pushed up to reveal her white shirt. He lifted that up as well, exposing Daiki’s naked flesh.

Hesitation and shame a foreign concept in the scholar’s mind, the raven-haired teen thereafter arched over and pressed his lips against Daiki’s waist; his tongue and mouth systematically licking and sucking the other’s silken flesh rhythmically to entice the other’s minor erogenous zones, carefully making his way towards the navel area. It was only when he was only millimeters away from reaching the major pleasure spot did Vento finally cease his prurient motions and return his gaze back to Daiki, face-to-face.

The scholar leaned in to whisper his piece into Daiki’s ear. “I have no idea where you heard that, but you are dealing with classified information. However, if you think you can blackmail me with that information, let me say it now – you cannot, nor will I let you. In addition, you would be wise to keep such sensitive information to yourself, if you value your life, since you never know who is watching from the shadows. Information is power, after all; and some people will kill to obtain – or keep secret – such kinds of information.”

Although from it being a seemingly outward display of unabated sexual desire between the two of them, in truth the act was intended play along with whatever ordeal Daiki had in store for him while at the same time express to the blonde that he was taking none of it and that he should rethink who he was messing with. It was a power play on Vento’s part to let the other know that he was not backing down, especially when someone has the gall to think that they could have Vento leashed to their own agendas so easily. He already had enough chains on him and he had no desire to add more to that count.

After ‘clarifying’ the situation to his ‘insolent’ partner, Vento righted himself up and extended his hand towards Daiki. At the same time, their guide – a middle-aged guide who had just arrived and witnessed everything – came up to them and wearily inquired if they were the ones who booked him for the trek towards the Genie’s Lamp. The scholar nodded in reply as if none of the previous display of immorality had happened then turned back to Daiki once more to address his compatriot, urging him to hurry up.
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There was nothing to be shocked about what Tsuna just uttered. When Vento walked out of the elevator he explained that he talked to his supervisors that was why it took him an hour or so before going back to the lobby. Tsuna can be tagged as the Her Royal Dumbness if none of the girls behind her or the bell boys on standby heard it. However, uttering as loudly as she could the inquiry regarding the exchange of information between him and his superior was somewhat intentional but the effect was more than what she expected. True, she was worried and wanted to know what happened, as she thought she had the right to know since she was also a part of the expedition. If there was any concern regarding the travel, especially if it would mean either the two of them would be in a disadvantageous position, she had the right to know. However, it turned out that the loud inquiry which the emphasis was merely to instill on the minds of the young girls behind Tsuna that the two of them were in a homosexual relationship turned out to be the fuel that pushed Vento to play along with the blonde-beige beauty's act, giving a performance worthy of an Oscar award, if Oscars existed in this world and if the Oscar committee gave awards to those who play salacious roles.

Tsuna regretted nothing.

The raven-haired pretty-faced scholar lived up to the heiress' description that he was a possessive lover if one would base it on the actions he did. Lips locked, the taste of butterbeer overcame the tangy aftertaste of broccoli-kiwi as it swirled inside her mouth, while their breaths exchanged and their tongues wrangled with such intensity only passionate lovers exhibit. Fluids dripped down the edges of Tsuna's lips as she was forced to take in the drink from Vento's mouth. As the kiss went on, her hands slipped under his and then to his back she clutched the fabric which was his black shirt.

Once their lips parted, leaving Tsuna's puckers sticky thanks to the butterbeer, the cross-dresser thought it was the conclusion of their 'show', but it turned out Vento had other plans. The next thing she knew she was already on the floor with the scholar on top of her. Her breathing increased. Pupils dilated in delight and anticipation. Her lips hid a grin as if she won the jackpot in the lottery upon hearing the gloomy muttering of the subjects of this play acting and feeling the man's touch, his fingertips emanate warmth that could be felt through the binder that pressed her chest. As his lips graced her skin, the lady could not help but to have her back arched while biting a part of her lower part of her lips. Her own fingers run through his matte raven hair, clutching a tuft but not too tight, it was just enough to show the people that Vento and Daiki were 'a thing' --- or maybe also because Tsuna was already getting carried away. She would punch Santa Claus if she could should Vento tell her later on that it was his first and only female interaction and he just copied it from a book.

During the entire time, Tsuna couldn't figure out if this was still a pretend or for real. It was too believable for a play acting. The sensation he gave her body was far too pleasing for something fake. She was a hair thin away from caving in to the carnal desires that had built up within her had her eyes not caught glimpse of the expression each of the flirts had on their faces. Once he stopped teasing her and dragged himself back up to meet her face to face, he leaned in to clarify things to her but in the eyes of the spectators it was more like him saying sweet things. Tsuna drew her lips close to his ear as he spoke, letting her breath brush his ear before alternately kissing and licking the base of it for a couple of times, while her eyes were on the subject of this play acting. "I don't need to blackmail you any further, Vento. With how things turned out after I said what I said you're doing what I need you to do, and you've surpassed what I expected. Besides, I'm part of your assignment, don't I deserve to know what's going on?"

Everyone was shocked at what they just witnessed. To their eyes it was an unabashed display of licentious actions from two people of same genders, the same was acceptable by a number yet frowned upon and found offensive by some. But in reality, Tsuna meant it to shoo the annoying girls away, or turn them off, as they thought she was a guy they could sleep with. She was successful based on the look on their faces. All were shocked, but some were laced with envy and a little anger because how come such a pretty face have an illicit relationship while they, pure females inside and out, had to try so hard? More importantly, they were disappointed. They liked Daiki. Upon seeing Vento they also found him appealing as well. The two of them were men they could never have.

The teenage researcher picked himself up and then, still being the gentleman he was Vento offered his hand which she took. It signalled the end of the show. Once she was up, she heaved and tugged her jacket while watching the girls walk away in disappointment. Tsuna grinned from ear to ear. She grabbed her things and followed Vento as he went out of The Traveler's Inn with the tour guide who seemed to be uncomfortable and utterly shocked with what he witnessed.

The girl caught up with the two men. She walked beside Vento, and now that 'the coast was clear' the teen could explain herself to the young man. "I apologize if you find what I said before you kissed me offensive. However, did you notice the girls who were watching us? Those flirts were wearing fake K Collection Bags. Now for your information, that's one of the businesses my famiy owns... owned... own.. whatever. But, ugh, it's annoying and shameful. And with their fake things they flirted with me and invited me to come over their room whenever I'm bored, they want me to bang them all with my non-existent rod of happiness. I told them you're Daiki's boyfriend. I guess you don't mind being gay with me since you already shamed yourself inside the restaurant. But, did you see the look on their faces when we had a make out session in front of them? Gahd, those were precious! Thank you for saving me," she made sure it was only the teenage scholar who could hear her in her feminine voice. "Oh, but I didn't expect you'll be a better kisser when you're not drunk. That thing you did was just... mind-blowing," Tsuna turned pink for a while as she giggled, "Don't you tell me you just copied that from a book. It's like you've done that to too many girls in your organization."

After whatever Vento's reply would be, Tsuna would go back to her persona as Daiki who held 'his' thoughts to 'himself', except that there were still pink hues on the apples of her cheek and she was wearing a beautiful smile.

"He took the chance to make me feel better and went beyond what is needed to save me from those b*tches. He really likes me, doesn't he?"
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Vento shook his head dismissively. “No, this was my first time doing something like that. The actions were from the male protagonist in A Solitude That Asks Nothing In Return, a historical fantasy novel. Nothing of what I did came from me personally,” explained the scholar coldly and continued walking since he did not want to lag behind their guide. He did not care to listen to the blonde’s justification nor even understand why Tsuna was bothering to even explain her side of the story when it had nothing to do with him.

What happened to him, the young man clarified, was a direct result of his own decision to safeguard a confidential communication between Herman and himself while in the supposed privacy of the hotel room. The reasons for him doing everything were inconsequential to the main inquiry at hand for all he wanted to know at that point was how Tsuna was able to obtain information regarding it because he absolutely had no idea how she came to hold such. Everything was secure when he talked with Herman; he made sure himself.

He worked his brain hard in trying to understand the conundrum. “I understand your need to justify your reasons, but what is done is done. What I want to know is how you know about Frederick’s suicide in the first place,” whispered Vento with a sigh. After that, the trek afterwards gradually developed into silent trudge through the mystical woodlands that lay in the horizon as a backdrop for the glorious city of Poisettia.

Branches from mighty lavender-colored trees soared up into the sky like devoted penitents with arms raised high to touch the face of the sky god in the heavens. Exotic avian chirped in the distance, singing a tune to nature while the patches of warm sunlight cascaded over entire patches as if the seraphs danced to the melody of the birdsong. Fauna littered the outward byways left and right, curious yet confident to the presence of the three newcomers like four-legged scouts and sentinels of their wooded kingdom, ready and waiting for the first sign of trouble. Everywhere Vento looked, he could see nothing but beauty.

“Do not be fooled by this trick,” he mumbled. “This place is one giant trap made to look like a paradise,” warned Vento. Now he knew why many people always disappeared with alarming frequency within these woods; fooled by the outward appearance of a haven from life’s worries, they joyfully run into the jaws of the waiting beast that hid until the forest devoured the light of the sun. Predators were patient and cunning, after all; nature made them that way. Disguised as harmless creatures which are no more dangerous than a squirrel in a clown suit riding a unicycle, when the façade would finally come off, it would already be too late to do anything other than accept one’s imminent death – another statistic to the rising mortality rate that makes Lavender Woods such a two-faced killer of men.

It did not take long before the three of them arrived in front of the Genie’s Lamp ruins, a sprawling complex of broken marble pillars and torn down archways that had been reclaimed by the forest until someone had chanced upon it by accident. However, the scene that lay before Vento was nothing like he had expected it to be. Merchants and minstrels lined side to side selling their wares and raising the spirits of the various men and women who were there frolicking under the shade of the trees like they were in some family park rather than an archaeological dig site. More alarmingly, mages from various guilds chatted happily along the pathways which eventually led to the mouth of the Genie’s Lamp, the cavernous marble entry acting like a large speaker which cast the voices of cheer and merriment across the area.

Vento spoke up, unnerved. “What the heck is this…? I thought the Genie’s Lamp was supposed to be a private site? I even asked the mayor and everything…”

The guide replied almost surprised. “Did you not know, sir? This place has become a well-known tourist spot from across the land,” he explained. “They say that there is a treasure at the end of the dungeon that grants your wish if you manage to reach it, or so the story goes. It was enough to send adventurers from across Fiore and beyond running here in the hopes of being the first ones to solve the riddle of the Genie’s Lamp.”

He continued his explanation to a very stunned Vento. “Well, you need to ask the mayor to legally explore the Genie’s Lamp, that is true; but it has not stopped anyone from exploring anyway. Sure it may be unsanctioned, but the city government has decided to turn a blind eye to this since it rakes in the tourists and is good for revenue. It is a win-win situation, if you ask me.”

After the guide elucidated the situation to Vento, the latter could only sigh in submission and gave the guide his fee before he turned back to escort some other people to the now famed hot spot. Aggrieved at the situation, the scholar found himself a nook under a large oak tree, set his bags down, and brooded over what to do next. He did not know where to start, however, and the matter with Tsuna still bugged him. He was faced up against a wall and he needed to figure out how to climb it without falling back down.
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ooc: I see what you did there :3
Also, tell me if you want me to revise anything, especially on the FT / NPCs part.

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Vento thought Tsuna knew about the discussion he had with his supervisor, directly inquiring the latter how she knew about the suicide of a certain individual he named 'Frederick'. The teenage heiress stared surprised at the scholar, apparent in her visage that she had no prior knowledge of such but kept her mum about it. Slowly her expression turned into worry knowing firsthand how hard it was to be the bereaved. She had no idea who Frederick was, but she thought he was a friend of Vento's. Tsuna could only assume what was the reason behind the suicide, but usually people resort to it because they wanted to stop the pain they were feeling within them. The sad part was, suicide only passes the pain to the people around that person who committed it. Perhaps their relationship was strong that was why he was just so protective of the information... perhaps also to give the dead some respect. She wanted to ask further about what Vento just revealed, but she stopped herself so as not to upset him any further. "He must be having a hard time."

The beauty of the Lavender Forest had no power to the concern the blonde had for her partner. Yes, every now and then she would let herself gaze at the tall trees that sheltered them from the heat of the sun and the startled yet gentle-looking animals that watched their every move as their group traversed the thickness of the forest and appreciate what she was seeing. Yes, every time she would turn her attention to the unique and diverse flora and fauna around them she would be captivated by its beauty but it wasn't for long. Guilt would eat her up that she would quickly withdraw her eyes from the surroundings and peer at the raven-haired scholar in an attempt to check on him. "I have no right to indulge when he is having a hard time. He has no one with him right now but me. I should do something to keep him happy, but... how?"

"Don't worry," Tsuna replied when the man from Neo Cortex issued out a warning, "something is keeping me grounded."

In no time the group arrived at the ruins. It was far from what the young lady had expected, but it did not mean she did not like what she had seen. When Vento offered her this job, she was expecting that Genie's Lamp was was a secluded peaceful area; nothing could be seen but the rubbles, broken pillars and moss-covered archways with only a few intellectuals quietly scrutinizing every part of the ruins. It turned out that there was a party in here. Music and songs echoed along with the loud chatter of huge groups who were either curious tourists or thrill-seeking adventurers. Haggling could be heard between merchants and buyers. The only thing missing was a pair of muscled bouncers by the entrance and Tsuna would think there was some disco dancing inside. The atmosphere here was lighter than what she thought. At least, she did not have to suffer talking or listening to a number of people who were replicas of Vento's brain --- that would cause her some major brain hemorhage.

It appeared though that the scholar was not pleased. Vento started questioning the presence of the flock of people, to which the guide promptly replied. As they were talking, the young cross-dresser took the chance to look around. In a snap her lithe form quickly mingled to the crowd, checking every group that talked nearby and every makeshift stands showcasing different items from food to souvenirs. It was noisy, but she did not mind.

A few strolls more the girl ended up buying two 500mL bottles of water. She would have bought something bigger, but she did not want to spend all her hard-earned Jewels. As ice cold bottles were handed to her, an wrinkly old lady with a hunched back tugged the hem of her jacket. "Young man, do you want some lucky bracelets?"

"Lucky bracelets?" Tsuna tilted her head as she held the bottles with both her hands.

The old merchant showed the girl a pair of strinkingly identical black-and-aubergine colored woven bracelets, and in the center of which were four small round gemstones --- two of which were blood colored garnet and the other two, amber. "The gemstones give protection, warding off evil spirits and energies, help in career success and a lot more!"

The girl was hesitant, so she slowly shook her head. However, upon seeing the gloom on the old woman's face when she declined the offer, also upon noticing that the woman's feet were swelling, heavily bruised and scabbed, her heart sank and quickly took the two bracelets and paid for them. Whatever she was claiming must not be true, but maybe she needed the money. She would not bother selling those bracelets at her age and condition if she was not in a dire need. The woman's face lit up, and it made Tsuna happy.

"Now I only have 500 Jewels..."

Hurriedly the young lady went to look for her 'boss', whom she saw under the shade of an oak tree. As she walked she felt huge hands grabbing her shoulder and pushing her to the side. "Give way to the men who will finish the Genie's Lamp first!" With her heavy gear on her back, the bracelets and bottles of water on her hand she lost her balance. She tried to regain her footing but ended up falling on the ground rear first. Looking up, she saw two men thrice her size with marks identical to those from the famed Fairy Tail guild of Magnolia.

"Won't I receive any sorry?" Tsuna blurted out of nowhere as she tried to pick herself up. The men merely laughed, "Why would we apologize to a weak scrawny rat like you?"

One of them roared after, "bow down to the finishers of Genie's Lamp!" They laughed as they walked away joining their group at the pathway towards the mouth of the ruins.

She gritted her teeth while picking herself up and dusting herself. She breathed in deeply trying to calm herself down chanting to herself that Daiki would not stoop down to their level, but would just let them eat dirt, giving his best to steal their dream. But that was Daiki, far more superior than his little sister. The only way to silence them was to fully copperate with Vento.

She strode towards the tree where Vento took shade forcing herself to smile the usual. Hopefully he did not witness what happened.

Upon getting near him the girl placed one of the bottles in the mesh pocket on the side of Vento's bag before placing hers. "I can't believe there's a lot of people here," she tried to start a conversation, but wasn't sure how to keep it going. Afterwards and without any warning she took Vento's right arm and wrapped the bracelet around his wrist. "I saw an old woman selling these. She said it gives protection and career success. There's no harm in trying, right? Oh. See! It looks good on you." She had a gut feeling the scholar do not believe in alleged powers of gemstones, and he might think she was a fool to believe them, but maybe it was not of any importance for him to know that she just took pity to the seller. Besides, good deeds did not need to be announced to the world.

"About earlier..." she continued while tying her own woven bracelet, "I'm sorry to hear what happened to your friend. I have no idea who he was, or what happened, honest. I only get to know that when you said it. I hope you're okay. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."

A series of boisterous bellow echoed the area. Of all the noises within the area, that was the only one that earned the lady's annoyance. Tsuna's eyes darted towards the direction of the noise, seeing the group from Fairy Tail, particularly the two men who pushed her. Like in a trance, she started to speak once again, "Whatever happens we're the ones who'll finish Genie's Lamp, right? I might not look like the most efficient assistant, but I'm not letting anyone finish the ruins other than you, Vento Aureo." She clutched her hand as her jaw obviously stiffened. Eyes never left her targets. She was trying her best to keep her cool.
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Vento was deeply immersed in thought, counting the myriad possibilities in which things can go wrong now that he knew that there were plebes within his midst. There was nothing he hated more than those rapscallion twits who saw everything as an adventure and fueled by a youthful sense of invincibility. Just the thought of them desecrating the great shrine of ancient knowledge with their shenanigans filled his heart with fury; and all because of a simple rumor. It was a joke, an utter travesty against the world, if it were to lose its heritage forever due to the actions of the ignorant few who believe in fairy tales.

While the scholar shuddered at the thought of the inner warrens of the Genie’s Lamp already contaminated with ‘stupidity’ from the ‘less-enlightened’ masses, an old man’s voice – soft and calm, but gruff and weary from a lifetime of usage – came from beside him. It was a tone that seemed to be filled with ages-worth of knowledge and experience and as such the raven-haired youth could not help but look towards the source of the sage-voice.

He stood with the candor of an accomplished sage, a white-haired elder in his late seventies with a body that had aged well despite the obvious signs of temporal wear and tear, if the fact that he supported himself with an oaken cane was any indication of his ailments. Despite that, he wore an expression of simple contentment that was much like his clothing; worn down from countless journeys yet undeniably satisfied from the fact that someone still manages to find some use out of them, at least enough to not ignore them outright like most people would.

The elderly man spoke first. “You seem to be in a slump there, boy; do you find the Genie’s Lamp not to your liking?” he asked.

“It is not that, old sir; I find the area to be cluttered with fools and dimwits who have no appreciation for the wealth of ancient knowledge before them. They seek what cannot be found and desire what cannot be obtained – a ‘wish’ for ‘anything’. They are on a fool’s errand to claim a reward that cannot possibly exist; they are merely chasing shadows and nothing more.”

As soon as Vento finished his analogy on the matter at hand, the old man, amused at the younger’s stiff and rigid assessment, gave a hearty laugh. Out of respect, the scholar held his tongue, although in reality he was in the right mind to rebuke the elder since he was absolutely serious about everything he had said to him. It took him a while to finish the last of his guffaws, but once he had regained his composure, the elder man replied to Vento’s overly harsh and judgmental statement.

He started. “Young man, as someone who had explored these ruins before, I agree with you that young people should value their history. However, is it likewise true that the young have the right to hope and dream, no matter how impossible it might be?” he asked. “Dreams are the building blocks of reality; life itself is but one realized dream after another, stacked on top of each other. The life we have now is the result of the dreams of those from the past,” explained the man. Vento continued to listen intently, mesmerized by the introduction of a new and interesting paradigm on the ‘world’ and ‘reality’.

“There is nothing wrong with finding something that seems impossible, because by seeking it out, one might be able to create a new ‘reality’ from what was once an ‘impossibility’. Think about it – ‘impossible’ is a relative concept that changes from time to time; what was once impossible then is possible now, and what is impossible now might be possible in the future. Thus, the people I see before me now are dream-seekers, the lot of them. Who knows? Maybe one of them might prove successful and conquer the Genie’s Lamp at long last.”

It was at the time the man had finished his monologue that Tsuna, temporarily dropping her persona as Daiki, arrived. He had lost track of her earlier since he was busy pondering and listening to the elderly scholar’s words of wisdom; it was only now did his attention jump back to his companion who, for her part, bought some extra water bottles for the two of them. She thereafter tried to strike up a conversation with him, but to no avail, but eventually culminated into the disguised woman quickly tying a cheap-looking bracelet around his right wrist. Tsuna explained that she acquired it from an old woman who told her that it would bring ‘protection’ and ‘success’ to whomever wore it before tying one on her own wrist – a matching pair.

I guess this explains why Tsuna is always flat-broke, he thought. It was the first thought that came into Vento’s mind as soon as he raised his wrist and gazed upon the bracelet the disguised Tsuna bought for him. He had no idea why though, it was not like they were friends or anything – she was his tool and he was her employer; nothing more than a simple professional relationship that, in its own unique way, had its share of ups and downs due to various complications and misunderstandings. Still, it was not like Vento found it bothersome; it was an interesting change of pace from when he worked with—

that man…?

Vento’s train of thought suddenly gave out when he tried to remember the name of his former partner. He was put aback by the unusual nature of his derailed musing; although he knew exactly who he was thinking about and he likewise understood his relationship with the man, but for some reason, he felt like that he would rather have that take a back seat in favor of his current objective. Moreover, he now remembered that it was he who told Tsuna of his conversation with ‘his superior’, hence making his previous ‘outburst’ entirely misplaced. He wondered why he did not remember before.

Weird, he thought to himself before turning back to Tsuna just as he was about to finish the last of his explanations, something about ensuring that Vento would be the one who would finish the ruins before anyone else. He shook his head and sighed; as if he needed to be reminded of something that was already obvious as soon as he signed up for this damnable assignment in the first place.

“That is already a given. If you think any of these ruin explorer wannabes can beat me at my own game, they have another thing coming,” declared Vento with renewed resolve, his left pointer finger rubbing slightly the bracelet Tsuna bought for him then heaving the bag filled with his share of their equipment and rations over his shoulder. “Come on then, we have work to do.”

With those words still ringing in his ears, the scholar walked off into the crowd towards the entrance of the Genie’s Lamp. Before he did, he turned his back to see if the old man was still there; he no longer was, probably already went somewhere once he began talking with Tsuna since he thought he was being a bother.

I never got to say thanks, old man, he thought to himself. I may not agree with everything you said, but thanks for the few things I do accept.
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Ah, he seemed to be normal. Tsuna was worried that the death of this Frederick guy had greatly affected him to the point he might not function well. Usually, those who had relationship with another person who died, may it be as remote as an acquaintance or as close as a brother, were left with deep wounds that take forever to heal. The first few days, or months, were the hardest. In case of suicides, there was also a chance where a chain of suicides or self-harm happen after hearing the news of another doing it, some sort of a chain reaction. Not that Vento would do it, as he had titan-strong mental faculties with little to no regard to emotions, however one should not underestimate the effects of death to the living. She was worried of his well-being, especially knowing how important the accomplishment of this assignment was for the teen researcher, and it might put him off track. When the blonde heard his words with resolve, she was slightly relieved that not a single thing seemed to change. Still, it did not mean she had to stop caring or do her best to make him happy. He shouldn't feel he was alone.

--- because Tsuna knew how it felt to be alone, and it was the hardest thing.

At least, even if she endured days and nights of nightmare without anyone she was still clinging on a single thread of hope that everything would turn out alright in the end, because her brother would not put her in this situation if it wasn't for the best. Besides, somewhere out there she still got her parents. Even if their lack of involvement in her life earned hatred, and their presence would not bring her precious brother back, deep inside the girl's mind she knew there was still a probability for her to forgive and move on. She only needed to hear... words. Answers. Assurances. Actions.

If she could, she would not let anyone feel the same thing she felt.

If only everyone could be happy.

It was a far-fetched wish. Even the Genie's Lamp could not grant it.

The pair took the pathway that led to the entrance of the famed ruins. When they were near the entrance, however, six members of Fairy Tail guild, two of which Tsuna identified as the haughty men who pushed her, blocked the entrance preventing anyone from starting the trek within. They were laughing, chattering loudly and boisterously, and even doing some rough rowdy 'play' as if to exhibit how strong they were.

The heiress of the Kushinada clan started to feel her blood boil. She loathed arrogant people to the core.

Before Vento could do anything, she thought it would be her duty, as an assistant and self-appointed keeper of his happiness, to do something so they could pass. "Excuse me," she tried to be polite and humane, like how his brother would, "please let us pass."

The same person who called her a scrawny rat earlier, flicked her forehead that caused it to be red and sore in pronto, but the woman did not leave her position or became startled. "Oh look it's you! And you've brought another skinny wimpy lizard with you? --- "

'Skinny wimpy lizard?'

"--- What are you two going to do inside Genie's Lamp g---"

Before the man could finish his words, Tsuna's left knee met the man's crotch using every ounce of strength she had in her body. The man fell on his knees, twitching in pain. The girl took her chance to hastily take a pin out of her hair and stab it right to his left eye before pivoting her body so she would be behind him, now wielding a dagger she had been hiding underneath her clothing all morning. She really had a dagger along her, and typically it was hidden somewhere between her jacket and her chest wraps, depending on her mood that day. Today, it was in a secret pocket inside her jacket.

The arrogant man now howled in physical pain, which was beyond what Tsuna wanted to take away from people, especially someone like these tw@ts from Fairy Tail.

"I can ignore how you spite me earlier but I cannot allow you to spite my master," Tsuna declared in a faux masculine voice, the sharp edge of the dagger pressed onto the flesh of the man as her free hand grabbed and tugged his hair sideways. The one on his knees was trembling in fear, beads of sweat rolling down his cheek as a thin red streak became noticeable on his neck. A hairpin was still stuck in his bleeding eyeball. His balls might need to be checked as well. "Clear the way or you'll go home with a headless man. And never think of retaliating, the man before you --- " she was referring to the raven-haired scholar, "is the demon prince of Swadlincote, His Majesty Vento Vanvalkenburgh. Of course you fools have not heard of him and the royal family because you are uneducated peasants who have not even been in a real castle, your low-class tongues can't even pronounce Vanvalkenburgh, but the demonic royal family of Swadlincote dines on human hearts and intestines and loves to drink the blood and tears of their enemies. You don't believe me? Look how crimson his eyes are. Have you seen any human with eyes colored as such? None! Because only demons have red eyes. Now if you don't want to become His Highness' lunch, don't agitate us any longer and accede to my command." Of course, everything she said was fabricated, however there was confidence, command and a sense of reality in how she delivered her piece that made everything believable, other than the fact she had placed stress on words and phrases that she thought would frighten the group. Hopefully Vento would not ruin the show and would make a believable act as His Majesty, even if it was without any prior notice.

Although, no matter how much her words attempt to hide her seething anger, the hold on her dagger could not lie. Blood started to trickle down the man's neck as she was pressing the blade too close and hard on his flesh. The man winced in pain and shrieked, demanding his comrades to give in as he feared for his life. The others panicked upon seeing the red fluid that start to drip out of the shallow wound where the dagger was that they cleared the way for the duo. Tsuna let go of the man and walked towards the entrance once Vento made his way in.

Yeah, she might have done too much, but she was angry. Maybe Vento would understand that she couldn't be a good girl all the time.

"Vento Vanvalkenburgh. Heh."
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There were times where violence could be masked or reasoned off under such circumstances as would make their use understandable, even expected. Daiki’s employment of such a vicious attack, however, was not one of those times; it provided for no manner of reason, seemingly no provocation whatsoever, and did not provide much leeway for any proper spin to the story since it was clearly done before a large number of spectators – Vento included – who saw the clear and unrestrained assault Daiki had made. In fact, he could almost pass for a fledgling psychopath had he not stopped in just stabbing a hairpin into another man’s eye and take him hostage. That was not the worst of it, however – violence and intimidation he can accept. What he cannot accept, however, was the fact that Vento was apparently a demon prince from a royal family of devils.

Vento’s eyes narrowed at Daiki and the lies he spun referring to him, of how he lived in a castle, ate human organs, and drank blood and tears of the fallen. Worse, it seemed as if he even used his own genetic condition to buttress his point. It was creative at best, but not even Vento himself had any idea why his eyes were their natural crimson hue. Zephyrus once mentioned that Vento might have some rare kind of albinism or some other genetic defect, but nothing conclusive since the old man never cared for medical institutions. There was nothing ‘demonic’ about them at all – if they were, he would have known about it by now and used it to his advantage.

Regardless of how things went, however, the fact still remained that it was because of Daiki’s brutality that the pathway into the Genie’s Lamp opened up. The results were undeniable, that much was true, but at the same time Vento just cannot allow things to stand as they were not because it was wrong, but because of the unsubstantiated lie perpetuated by his companion about himself. As a devout man of logic and reason, he cannot just stand idly by when someone venerated him as something he was not nor would he even dream of becoming in his life. He was nothing but a normal field researcher out on an assignment, nothing more. If he took this opportunity to accept the ‘opening’ Daiki had created, it would be going against his own beliefs.

While it was true that, in Vento’s point of view, the ends always justified the means, if it meant that one had to resort to the use of smoke and mirrors when there were still hardier alternatives to resort to, it would be akin to simply giving up to take the easy way out. Problems were made to be solved with logical reasoning; to resort to superstition was to have man admit defeat, accept his limitations, and thus leave everything up to ‘fate’, the ‘divine’, or whatever. In fact, had Daiki only exercised more caution, tact, and self-control Vento might have found a more elaborate way to indirectly avenge the slight against his partner’s honor. Either way, what is done was done; all that was left was to pick up the pieces. While he could not change the mindset of the masses due to Daiki’s convincing performance and speech, at the very least, he needed to save face for himself to those who were harmed in his name.

Without muttering a single word, the scholar went up to the injured man and glared at him face-to-face. Thereafter, with a movement so quick and unexpected that nobody could have prevented it from happening, the young man extended his hand and forcefully opened up the injured eye to carefully extract the embedded hairpin. The man naturally howled in pain, but with an even more commanding voice than Tsuna, told the injured guildsman’s compatriots to hold him down if they did not want him to die of blood loss. Once done, he calmly put his bag down, fished out a medical kit, and promptly administered first-aid before injecting the same with a mild sedative to calm him down.

“This will do it, but you need to take him to a proper hospital back in Poinsettia if you want to save this man’s vision,” he explained then handed a small calling card to one of the Fairy Tail guildsmen. “Call this man using the runes indicated thereunder; go tell him that Zephyrus’ boy got into another fight and thereafter tell which hospital you would be in. He will take care of the rest. Also, I apologize for how things turned out; however, next time, try to pick you fights wisely. Not everyone fights fairly and openly; that includes my subordinate and myself.”

He sighed under his breath, exasperated that he had to resort to asking for ‘help’ despite the fact that he expressly told the man last night that he did not want or need any of it. Vento would probably have to suffer some high-handed ‘I told you so’ lecture later on in addition to being chewed out by his superiors for his ‘unnecessary’ expenses. He was not even sure if the discovery at the end of the Genie’s Lamp would be enough to get himself off the hook for these field reports that would inevitably go onto his permanent record. If the man had been a viable candidate for an Oculus Magica transplant everything might have been well, but he was not, and thus this incident could not be written off as ‘necessary’. There was not even any kind of defense involved.

Not everything went one’s way and one needed to be ready to adapt in order to make the best of every situation – that was the lesson taught to him by this unexpected development. True to that, hard but necessary steps were taken on that day; none of them Vento chose on his own free will. He was forced to do it, he had no choice – it was like his childhood all over again.

Chained yet again, the scholar gritted his teeth angrily. Chained, humiliated, and utterly made a fool of by none other than someone whom I thought as an equal.

With disappointment apparent on the young man’s face, Vento kept his own sentiments to himself as he walked past Daiki to head into the entrance of the cave. Just when he thought that he had resolved one problem, another one popped up and involved something wholly more severe than the former. A criminal record, the possibility of being targeted by a guild of mages for hurting one of their own, the possibility of disrupting the fragile balance of politics with this little stunt – everything had become a problem it seemed, and it all started and ended with him.
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What everyone did not know was underneath the thick jacket and the white shirt were bruises left by the their earlier encounter: one on her shoulder which was as large as the man's hand --- swelling, reddening and throbbing made worse by the strap of the bag she had been carrying. On her lower back down to her rear was the same injury although larger and the pain was running deeper onto her muscles that it was a burden to walk straight, not to mention the half - day old darkening lesion caused by his attempt to kill her back in the inn located in Poinsettia --- but she managed to move without any trace of burden or ache. She swallowed all the hurt to follow him.

For Tsuna, it was what was reasonable. Indeed she had resorted to excessive and burdensome actions, but it was what she thought he deserved. What the man from Fairy Tail called Vento was just the last straw. Her victim's rudeness and condescending behavior, and the pain he caused her which she was hiding under the bright smile provoked her to do the violent act she had done. She needed to release that rage to refresh her shortening fuse so she would be able to fully continue pretending to be alright... pretending to be fine... pretending to be her brother... pretending to be the capable of meeting her partner's demands... lying to herself that she could make Vento happy, the latter was obviously not the case at hand. Paving the way for them to enter the ruins was just a secondary effect, even if it seemed it was the main goal of the whole ruckus.

But she was wrong.

The scholar's deeds fell under lack of 'cooperation'. She knew it had affected him in a bad way but only after he plucked out the hairpin from the eyeball of her victim. The blonde would let that slide had he not spoken, his words adding significant weight to her already heavy load.

Weight that had been wearing her down, but trying her best to hide.

And failing.

Miserably.

That was it.

The young lady whose hand was stained with the man's vile blood clenched her fist and stiffened her jaw, holding back her frustrations at Vento. They were supposed to be working together, even if it meant covering up for the mistakes of the other. She would cover up for him if needed, why couldn't he? If someone would stab him that moment she would throw her body for it to catch the attack, why couldn't he? She would bend her beliefs for him, why could he not? Maybe she was too much to handle, but still... he was the same in a way or two.

This wasn't going to work.

He passed by her without a word.

She looked down for a moment before pulling her eyes to the farthest point she could see.

The mind was clouded by anger and frustration, losing track of the goals she had once made clear to herself. The body was filled with pain. The heart was too tired and heavy.

"I'm not coming in," she declared before chewing the insides of her cheek to refrain herself from crying. Without any hesitations she took the bag off her back letting it drop on the dirt with a thud. The swiftness and strength given by her sudden burst of anger wearing off, she walked away from the ruins and away from Vento with a gait impeded by ache, not caring if she was not able to hide it anymore. Her lower back stung in her movement, but it did not matter. She walked with what her speed still could afford her while her blood, with its silky smooth texture along its mettalic taste with salty and bitter tones, swirled inside her mouth.

It was what Tsuna was, a quitter. Back in the day aside from being the next person who would assume all the riches of the clan, she was known in the household as the one who had quitted on too many things especially when circumstances had been difficult or not favorable to her, blame it on the fact she was partially spoiled by her brother and grandmother. However, even if he had spoiled her, it was only Daiki who could force her to pick up what she dropped and finish it, even if for the sake of just accomplishing something without regard to the quality. When he died, there was no one around who would push her to do things, except whenever the young heiress assumed her brother's persona and keep on repeating onto herself that Daiki had never given up on her, so she should not give up on herself and others as well. However, humans were prone to relapses. This was Tsuna's relapse, if it should be called that way, or her true color.

The blonde found refuge behind the largest tree east of the ruins, far away from all the spectators and their noise. There she sat in an odd way, as if it was the side of her thigh which was pressed against the ground, and started to uncontrollably sob as she pulled her jacket and shirt to reveal her swollen shoulder to check on it. Then she had her hands pull up the hem of her clothes to feel her injured back, wincing upon light contact of the pads of her fingers to her flesh.

"I know I'm dumb, but just a little consideration. Just a little appreciation. He's given more consideration to that evil person who almost incapacitated me to complete this task. HIS ASSIGNMENT. I'm trying so hard to make you smile, or do things I think would help, or say things I think would keep you happy, but you're no better than a rock. To you I'm not really good enough, so it's better to lose me. Just lose me. I'm done. You don't hear me in pain, not even caring if I am. I don't know. I'm done. I'm done..." she lamented incoherently to the air, while tears keep falling down her eyes as she checked on her shoulder once again, not having a care if the hem of her clothes weren't pulled down yet.

"I don't mind going to jail, at least there I always got shelter and food I don't have to worry, and then finally die happily because I'm already with Daiki."

Then, like a woman who had lost her screws, she guffawed while her eyes remained in tears, "Idiot. You're really an idiot, Tsuna. I know!" Five more seconds of this and she went back into sobbing.


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i don't even know if this is actually caused by the events that transpired along with the weight Vento was making her 'feel', or because of her period .__. crazy women and their menstrual cycle....
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The tapping of boots stopped when the words that echoed inside the entryway made it to his ears. A chill ran up Vento’s spine, unable to believe what he had heard so clearly; it was like a death sentence told one syllable at a time, when all was silent and the world stood still just so it could allow you to hear with crisp clarity the harsh fate that awaited you. The crunch of gravel and clattering of equipment was like a magistrate’s gavel finalizing the decree; there was no denying it now – Tsuna just quit and there was nothing he could do about it.

Tsuna’s departure from the site came as a surprise since she was the one who, only moments before, seemed to be filled with more determination to go into the record books as one of the first who conquered the Genie’s Lamp. Her sudden renege was a crippling blow to his expeditionary efforts not only because he had packed for two people instead of one, but also, because the loss of her skills meant it became practically impossible to navigate the depths on his own. Magical traps abound the ruins as well as the fact that explorers only have a scant few hours before the arcane energies of the Genie’s Lamp teleport them back, thus ruining all progress as if taunting them to advance faster. Without her, there was no point in proceeding further.

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as Vento rubbed his forehead in frustration; one after the other, problems kept coming and piling up, slowly snowballing into a giant mass that threatened to destroy his resolve and his hopes for finishing the Genie’s Lamp in a day, and all because of the actions of one woman whom he thought he could trust with his assignment as an equal and a partner. It was frustratingly disappointing to say the least and the scholar was tempted to tear tufts of raven hair off his head from how infuriating this whole fiasco has become. He did not see any reason for Tsuna’s quitting, not even one; and yet she did and he was left baffled.

Just as Vento was about to shout his angered sentiments into the mute walls of the Genie’s Lamp, the old man from before walked up from the crowd and called Vento’s attention with his usual warmth fitting that of a grandfather the young man never had. His fragile hands were almost bone-thin and stringy, yet the heat that emanated from them spoke droves of the elder’s compassionate nature, even if it was with a stranger with whom he had only met before.

“Hey there, young man; I saw what happened at the entrance. Are you okay?” he asked, concern apparent in his voice.

Immediately the negative emotions that filled Vento’s heart dissipated and he replied in his usual arctic mien. “Yes, I am. That was rather unfortunate; I apologize that you had to see it for yourself, old man.”

The elder man waived it off with a hearty grin. “No, no, it is nothing; if you have been living for as long as I have, you get used to those kinds of stuff. Say, where is that little lady with you? She just ran off, right?”

Vento shook his head. “She quit; I have no need for quitters. I will just limit my losses here and find someone new tomorrow. If I have to, I will find a way to hire some proper members of a mage guild to assist me with this endeavor – I have already wasted enough time on this. I took a chance and lost – as simple as that. She was my best bet; now I am back to square one without any chips on the table.”

“But she is your friend, right? You cannot just let your friends go that easily, can you?”

A hollow snicker more akin to a snort escaped Vento’s lips. “Old man, I have no friends; never had one, probably never will. I was raised to depend only on myself and make use of others as tools for my own gain. I’ve never experienced anything close to a ‘normal’ childhood, but I am thankful that I had not – if I did, there would be no way that I would surpass my master. That is everything to me.”

The old man sighed aloud. “You know, people often take things for granted and only realize their true value until they finally risk losing them, or lose them altogether. After that, they try their hardest to take back the things they lost, and most of the time, they never do. The best evidence for that reality is the Genie’s Lamp itself – why do you think so many people come from all over just to pin their hopes on a ‘wish’? It is because they want to take something back but they have failed to do so. They are only human, after all.”

“That is why I hate humanity so much.”

“And yet you are part of the thing you hate.”

“Unfortunately, I am.”

The exchange between the two people paused for a while, but when the air started to lighten up, the old man’s smile now returned in force. Vento himself, while not seeing it, felt it himself too. How could he not when a ghost of a smile formed on his lips as well?

“So then, mister ‘better-than-humanity’, would you continue being part of those people you hate or would you take the hint and take back what you own before it is too late?”

Vento replied. “To be fair, she was the one who left, not me. I never doubted her utility, but in the end, a tool is only as good as the material it is made out of, after all. She needs a lot of work, maybe some remodeling here and there, but I am sure she will turn out right; probably.”

Happy to hear the young man’s reply, the elder thumbed the direction where Tsuna went off to. If he was fast enough, he might catch her before she did something stupid. “Go on now,” the old man encouraged, “if you are fast enough, you might end up finding her seated in a nook somewhere.”

“Thanks,” Vento said with a nod before he heaved the two bags over his shoulder and started to move towards the general direction where Tsuna went as fast as his feet could take him while lugging supplies and equipment good for two persons in an attempt to find the tool that had gotten itself lost in the woods because it thought it was inadequate.
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This was getting really odd.

It had been a few minutes since she sat down behind the large tree crying and laughing out her frustrations and bodily pain like a mad woman. She remained in her position while she continued her deranged way of letting go of all the negative things she had been harboring inside her, but her body felt like she had been running and doing somersaults all this time. The bruise on her rear felt like it was beaten up by a boxing world champion, but it was nothing compared to the one she had on her shoulder. The sting gradually increased into a burning hot sensation as it seeped down to her muscles and bones. Along with it was as if there were little invisible piranhas under her skin consuming her flesh. Not only that, after a few seconds all these sensations started to creep down to her arm.

The cries because of her irritation towards Vento turned into howls because this thing on her shoulder wanted to kill her. She almost set herself down the ground, twitching and squirming because of this bodily torment. It had gotten too much she hurriedly took off her jacket to find out something horrible --- her whole arm became lumpy and was of color blue and dark purple. Right before her eyes, the lumps pulsated with something similar to steam emanating out of the said lumps as she slowly felt her inner magical reserves and physical strength being siphoned.

"WHAT IS THIS?!"

This could not be a medical condition, that she was sure. The lady knew she could be bruised easily, but there was no bruise that gave off this sting and spread like it was some sort of skin disease, more so in just a matter of few minutes. More importantly, bruises and lumps don't glow.

"Think... Think... You idiot, think! NO I CAN'T THINK THIS GODDAMN THING HURTS LIKE HELL!"

For some reason a distant memory was brought fresh to her mind.

"I don't really understand this," fifteen-year old Tsuna clicked her tongue and whined, her hair in buns on the side of her head as she wore a frilly light blue dress. Her upper body slumped on the oak study table, books neatly stacked on top of another was on her eleven o'clock position while a scroll of nude tone was spread in front of her. "It sounds like a formula for something, I don't know and I don't care. Why do I have to learn all of these when I can't even produce a single magic? I don't understand my magic tutor, like the way I don't understand why his hair color changes every meeting."

"Tsuna..." the man with beige-blonde hair sighed. He carefully placed his fountain pen down and stood up from his work desk which was adjacent to the girl's position. He walked beside the young heiress, his shadow gave shade to her lithe body, as he read what was bothering his sister's simple mind. It only took a few seconds before his straight face bore a faint smile. It was just a simple idea, and he knew the heiress could definitely understand it but was not in the mood to do so, probably because of boredom, "Tsuna, it only means that there are magical techniques that do not instantly cause full damage, but instead deals a portion of its total damage at regular intervals," Daiki patiently explained, as he dismissed his sister's concern, his pointer finger tapped on a certain word on the scroll. "Sometimes it won't hurt if you try not to be lazy comprehending things."

Tsuna clicked her tongue. She let Daiki's explanation sink in, ignoring his unsolicited advice. "So like, torture huh?"

"Something like it, if you want to put it that way."

"So what's the difference between it and delayed trigger?"

"Why do you have to ask me of things that are obvious?"

She had gotten it now, after two years. Damage over time inflicted damage gradually, while delayed trigger was something like this ... thing. It would wait around for a bit and then its effect would take place after some time.

Why did she not notice? Why did she not realize that that man from Fairy Tail would not bother holding people, having physical contact with them if they were not leaving marks on their supposed 'opponents' to make their journey within Genie's Lamp harder than the usual, if not perilous, to seal their 'victory'? It was not a simple push or dragging people, the act was just a front to distract their victim, so the person would not think he was being marked!

"Because you're dumb ---- a-OUCH!"

She was not the only idiot around. Vento for the first time was an idiot as well. He let go and 'saved' someone who could have 'victimized' a number of people that flocked at the entrance of the ruins. This only justified more her attack, or at least to the young lady's head, and wished she could have just killed the man from Fairy Tail right then and there --- maybe the spell would have not 'triggered' and instead vanished as its caster was already dead.

If only Vento knew...

"D-don't you dare show your ass to me, I-I'm seriously going to give you a pair of bitch slap, Vento Aureo."

Once the pain started to cover the tip of her fingers, with her unharmed hand the blonde took her dagger once again --- she needed to remove her arm before this... thing ... whatever it was, spread throughout her body. It did not matter if she would endure her entire life in jail with only one arm left. All that mattered this time was to stop the pain, and stop the magic.

With anger, resolve, and a fervent wish to save herself so she could get up and give Vento a pair of bitch slap for judging too quickly, the girl with beige-blonde hair, which now resembled more like a bird's nest because of her constant squirming, struck herself with her own blade on the spot where her arm and shoulder would meet. She did not know that another ability of hers had unlocked: as soon as the blade sank in her flesh a blinding light emanated from the wound. The skin around the wound returned to its fair color, then slowly this crawled down her shoulder and arm as if it was being 'cleansed', the pain slowly alleviating and then disappearing as it all happened.

Her eyes round once more in shock, crimson fluid soaked her white shirt as the dagger remained where it was. What remained of the threat was a normal bruise on her shoulder, as large as a man's hand.

"Now I can finally go back to crying because of my former boss' underappreciation."

But what about the other people who had been marked?
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