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The white haired youth made up the final steps towards this academy. According to Ms. Aglaea, this is where he would reside for the time being.
This academy for meisters and demon weapons. The DWMA. He knows he has heard this acronym before, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He doesn’t remember much. All but his name and how tired he was. His bones ache. The marrow in his bones aches.
What was he doing before Ms. Aglaea and Ms. Tribios found him?
Ms. Aglaea told him he would meet with the headmaster, a Grim Reaper.
The headmaster, Ms. Cerydra, and her death scythe explained how he wasn’t allowed to leave the premises of the DWMA until further notice.
He wasn’t allowed to go out? He was to stay within the walls of the DWMA? For what? For them to keep an eye on him? Why?
He doesn’t remember.
H̸̻͎̱͚͕͉̤̘̣̪̓̔́͛̕̕͝ē̷̥̘̬͇̮̠̰̺͍̍̍̀̊̋̑͛̕ͅ ̸̧̪̭̼̥̔d̵̨̫̮̼̖̿́̓̚͜ǫ̷͐̅̒e̶̻̰̻̻̅̐̇͂̄̓̆̚͝s̴̞̹͙̀̇̌̋̐̈̑͘͠͠ͅņ̶̼͈͖̫̬͍̻͎͍͋̈́́̊̐͂́̆͆͘'̶̡͎̹̜̙͙̩͛̂͐̽͋̈́̇̏͜ť̵̢̡̬̠̭̳͇̟́͝͝ ̵̻̟̙̖͚̟̑͠ȓ̷͍̖̱͍͎͚̭͜ḛ̴̠̜̅̇m̴̢̧̙̣̺̬̤̰̾̆͑̇̋̐̀̆͠e̷̜̘̝̟̗̮̽ͅm̶̜̘͕̜̪͆̋́b̴̡̲͚̥͙̼̬̩̣̿͌̀͗ͅȩ̴̩̩̦̤̰̂̄͆̔̔̒͘͠ṙ̸̫ ̶̺͍͍̻̼̜̥̃̄̕ͅą̶̥͓̬̼̝͚̰̯̀t̶͈̼̝͎̰͉͖̄̌̾̃͒̈́ ̵̺̟̺͌̈͛̽à̷͍̆̎ḷ̷̭̗̻̒̍̑͗̌͐͝͠ļ̷̧̖̮̺̮̜́̄̅̏̈́͋̀̈́̈́
The youth kept his optimism about his situation. Ms. Tribios explained how the DWMA is a fantastic place to grow for him to become a meister. And might be able to make a death scythe.
So he took those words of encouragement and turn them into hard work. He started in the NOT Class as a 1 Star Meister.
Now, he’s in the EAT Class. He was still a 1 Star Meister. But that didn’t matter. He met a lot of people. Castorice and her meister Hyacine (along with her chubby dove, Ica). He got to know Ms. Cerydra and her weapon partner, Ms. Hysilens. His professor, Anaxagoros, tells him all he needs to know about souls and how to use Soul Perception. He’s in awe of how his Professor had transformed his soul into a Weapon Soul and his expertise on anything soul related. While outright blasphemous, he can’t deny how passionate Professor Anaxa was on the topic of souls. Aglaea and Tribios train him to survive keshin souls and witch’s souls without a weapon. (Though Aglaea and Professor Anaxa have this rivalry of “who can train him better in the art of Soul Perception?” While he didn’t mind having an ever evolving Soul Perception ability as a Meister moving forward, it’s not as if he can tell them no. He’d be faced with a soul shot or more training drills from either one. And he would like to live, thank you very much!)
The youth still didn’t have a weapon partner. It’s not that he doesn’t want a weapon partner. Tribios’s words ring in his ears. “You might just make a death scythe. It’s a huge honor, Snowy!” That was his goal as of late (and of course to help the souls that were being harmed by keshins and evil witches)! And it’s not like he wasn’t asked to be their meister. He’s had a few requests from both the NOT and EAT classes. But something about the other demon weapons doesn’t bode right. He isn’t sure.
İ̶̧̢̝̰͈̗̰̻̠s̷̛͉̔̓ ̸̧̪͚̰͎̤̖͙̈́̃̔̈͝ţ̶̝̏̉͠ḣ̵̬̰̲͉̖̣͌̓͒͐̀͆̂̕e̸̲̹͚̙̼͗r̷̢̘̰̟̻̈́̊e̴̻͎̲̘̟̦͕͉͛͑̃̐̉͊̚͜͝ ̵͙̝̭̓̇̄̈́ͅś̴̢̨͔̥͍̐̅̆̑̆͋̈͝o̵̰̹͛̂̕̚m̴̨̭̥͚͖̫̮̒̈́͑͆̈͛̎ê̷̛̛̥̪̹͖̲̖̅̌t̷̗̓͋̽́̌̍̆ḩ̸̨̳̥̻͓̙̳͐̔̈́͑̾͗i̸͕̮͙͎̍̆͆̉́̍̏́̂͛n̷͍̯͙̎͊̃̈́͘g̴̢̭̣͈͊̇̀ ̶̢̼̪̘̰͓͇̯̻͎̈́̈͌͑̇̋̀̌̕͝w̴̨̺̘̹̅̊̾̄̓r̷̖̪̬̟͚̠͗̂ô̷̟͔̬̲͇̺̗͛̈́͋̍̎̾̽̽͝n̵̡̢̲̻͇̜̽́̂͛̽̕g̴̭̜̭̘͔͔̍̊̾̿͗̕ ̵̛̹̭̦͓̐̋͛̏͘̕w̵̛͇͉̙̅͆̉͗̀̈͑͝į̶̟͕̯̈́̾̕ͅt̷͇͕̹͈̖͓̐͋̈́h̵͕̮͙͙͇͛͗̆ ̶̧̙͈̦̺̩̣͂͑̋̏̉́͠h̶̟̀̂̄̊į̴͖͙͕̗̯̥̖̭̀̉͛m̶̝̘͆̀̾͐͒͘?̸̢̟̙̦̲̭̰͙̤̰͑
Perhaps Phainon will find the right weapon partner later. He shouldn’t rush this after all.
──✩₊⁺⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧──
This was the last straw for Mydeimos.
He can understand grief. How grief can shape your actions. How these actions may not be the best call. And how you may regret them later.
But his…Father has crossed the line.
His own wife.
His own mother. How could that bastard do this to....
All his grief and anger materialized into a blade. Mydeimos couldn’t begin to be surprised by the new development. He wanted to hunt down the very man he once called family.
But his people reigned him back from anger. They claim this wouldn’t make the situation better, and as much as he wanted to argue, he knew this wouldn’t fix the situation.
He couldn’t act on his own. Not when he had his people to take care of, especially away from that man. His most trusted spoke of his retreat in Okhema. Where people of his nature would go to train and hone their skills.
Mydeimos had to refuse.
Retreat? Never.
Especially towards that HKS? How could he?
But it was with a heavy heart that he left the place he once called home. For his people would become targets of Eurypon’s slaughter should he continue to stay. Anything to get him to fight him with grief and vengeance on his mind. It’s sending a raging bull to the slaughterhouse; the bull may cause damage, but its death is imminent.
He wished they would write back to him. To tell them what Eurypon’s schemes are, their daily occurrence, whether the flowers and offerings are still replenished at his mother’s grave.
He would hone his skills at this DWMA. He only had one goal: To avenge his mother’s unjust death.