I really should be studying for my exams this week but... FUCK IT! Hahahaha, I'll write even if I end up on the streets! I'll mail you all my writing per mail if I have to. Or I won't, I more so write for my own fun, but it's still cool to publish it and get better. So, I am expecting your messenger owls in the future when I inevitably end up fucking up the most important two sets of exams in my life!
Another thing, if these past and net few chapters seem like filling dead air is because I'm doing exactly that. Besides anything to do with Hell and The System, any interaction is just to make believable relationships. As soon as UA starts more interesting student and/or teacher interaction will take place.
"...Beasts all over the shop..." A gruff voice is the first thing that greets Ishi, shortly followed by the hard rock floor beneath him. "...You'll be one of them, sooner or later..." Ishi finds himself on all fours but regains his bearings shortly. He stands up, seeing the Odeon tombs great plaza. Littered with gravestones and dead trees, the gravestone gives off an ominous aura. But most importantly, in the middle stands a great obelisk. In front of it stands the hobbled figure of Father Gascoigne, hacking away at a corpse.
But he does not remain like that, he turns slowly turns toward Ishi, letting out a visible breath. It not only intimidates the young boy but also makes him realize how cold it is here. His sweater and sweatpants don't make it easy on him, though it's not as bad as it should be, his Pyromancy charged magic circulating his body, a technique he developed last winter. Ishi takes out his super shotgun, the double barreled and meathook adorned weapon resting in his right hand, supported on the barrel by his left. 'Staying ranged should be optimal, avoid his axe, and later, his claws.'
Gascoigne turns to him fully and hobbles towards Ishi slowly, his axe, in it's shortened form, gleaming in the moonlight. Ah, the moon, never ending in the endless hunt. Ishi shakes his head. 'I'm not here to fix this world, I don't know if that's even possible.' He aims his gun at Gascoigne and shoots, not needing ammo he can waste as much as he wants. The recoil is immense, hurting his wrist but his enhanced body and adaptability accustom him to is quickly.
And the damage? Suffice to say, the super shotgun is a lot more effective than the pistol you normally have at this part in the game. Gascoigne's entire shoulder explodes in a shower of red gore. The red empty shell of the shotgun is ejected as Ishi cocks is weapon again, taking this chance. Gascoigne is still reeling at the hit he took, grunting in pain. The crazed man grabs at his shoulder to keep his arm attached.
But Ishi is an opportunist at heart and doesn't give the deranged man any time to recover as he rushes him with a fireball in hand. "Got something for ya'." Ishi's now close enough to where the barrel of his outstretched barrel touches the mans shoulder. At the contact, Gascoigne fazes back into reality and looks at Ishi with a madly enraged scowl, raising his shortened axe high, aiming to bisect his attacker.
But what could he do? Ishi was already there, crouched down and aiming at his stomach.
CLICK
A split second is lit up with the flash of the gun.
BOOM
Ishi closed his eyes, averting his gaze to not get blinded by the following shower of blood. "RAAACHK!" Gascoigne is blown back far enough to hit the obelisk that was behind them, blood splattering all over it.
"My gun does this much damage? Damn!" Ishi is shortly stunned but shakes his head to continue with his attack, using his prepared follow up attack. The fireball in his left hand chucked at the now grounded man. An explosion of smoke and fire bursts out from the beast mans body. Ishi stands up straight again, and quirks an eyebrow. "Woah, that was pretty ea- no, he's not dead yet." Ishi is determined to see this through, either too paranoid or careful to let his guard down. (It's both *smile*)
And indeed he is right, a yellow greenish glow starts seeping through the smoke. And then, "AAAAAAAAAAAEEH!" A weird shrill scream, loud enough to blow away the smoke reveals the malformed, beastlike body of the turned Gascoigne. Yes, through consuming the beast blood and loosing sanity, hunters and civilians in Yharnam alike turn into monsters, bloodhungry and out to chew bone. But Gascoigne specifically retained his general shape, even his clothing semi stayed. But what Ishi notices first is what will endanger him, the sharp claws.
"Those are gonna hur-" They indeed would, sooner rather than later even. A claw rips into Ishi's left side, the sheer force of the strike sending Ishi crashing into a pile of gravestones, breaking a few bones, probably. 'How did he appear that fas- ACK!' The pain reaches his brain as he looks towards his abdomen. The irony that he and Gascoigne have seemingly switched places is lost on him through the pain.
'Didn't know- fuck- know a broken ribcage'd feel like this!' It's horrible indeed, a pressure on his chest, like it's caved in or something. It's probably just a few bones and not the entire ribcage but still. Remembers his opponent and looks up, Gascoigne is taking it slow, apparently, as he licks the blood on his- or rather it's?- claws. Oh yeah, the blood. The dark green hoodie is stained red on his side, ruining it for the foreseeable future. And yes, it hurts even more than the ribcage, more stinging than pressuring, but Ishi knows he needs to focus again.
He focuses his Nano's on his wound, not healing but closing it, preventing severe blood loss. He does the same for his bones, reshaping them back toge- "SHIT THAT HURTS!" It was not a good idea to do that with his insides but, looking at his HP, it's regenerating faster.
"RAAAAA!" Instinctually, Ishi dodges to the side in a roll. Dust lands on his face from the impact that the beasts claws caused. Ishi notices that he's dropped his shotgun, the weapon laying on the ground where he stood before he got smashed into a pile of graves. Ishi looks back up to the dog-like face of Gascoigne, the hair and bandages on his eyes preventing him from seeing anything. Still, the beasts head is turned to the spot he laid previously, thinking maybe it crushed it's victim.
This gives Ishi the chance to retaliate. To give himself a buff, he activates [I bring Hell]. A circle around him, covering about a fourth of the arena, turns into the rocky floor of his own hell. Ishi feels lighter, healthier even as the beginnings of the red fields appear at the edges of the area around him. Ishi, still huffing in exhaustion, creates sharp water pellets in his left hand, while a flame handgun appears in his left. He stretches his left forward, the bullets shooting forward, impacting the beast but not doing much more than getting it's attention.
But Ishi knew this, he just needed it to show the wounded flesh on it's stomach, the spot he blew it's stomach out when it was still a man. The shot thrice into the area, his aim not that good, he has yet to get an 'aim' skill. He let's the handgun loose it's shape, not having the concentration for it in his pain, even when lessened and even with his level 100 Pyromancy, too concentrated on his target, and shoots the fireball after the bullets.
The entire body, using the fur on it's body as a means of travel, bursts into flames. And like a piece of paper, the middle of it's stomach starts to burn a hole into the monsters body. It scrams in agonizing pain, a horrible noise if he's honest, will also probably follow him into a nightmare or two, as it keels over and dies, dissipating into a blue-ish smoke.
Ishi falls to the floor as his body lights up in a green glow.
PREY SLAUGHTERED
Rewards:
15 Class levels, Hunter Axe, Gascoigne (Mindless) NPC.
Mindless NCP: Short Tutorial.
More like drones, these underlings follow orders, even complex ones and can talk if they need to but they have no consciousness per say.
Class has leveled up to 15, 20, 25! New skills/traits awarded!
[True Form]
You have now fully become a devil, a hell born of the highest caliber even! Your current body is now a physical disguise, like a second skin but underneath lay the true you. It will be perfectly suited for you and will be in it's perfect state, perfect age and perfect physique. In your true body, you will spend less MP for any magic, have better control over your class skills and have a 1,5 X stat boost.
[Inhuman physique]
Even your human form is greater, it is perfect, even. In principal, it is just a high form of shapeshifting done by instinct using [True Form] so, it stands to reason that it will be made perfect. This skill backs up the appearance of the human body with actual strength. You have the peak human body.
[Soul Deal] Level 1/100 [EXP 0/100]
"So, it's a deal then?"
-The Radio Demon
If you activate this skill, the following words, if you think them part of 'the deal', will be made law. This law will pass onto the person accepting the deal. The accepting can be done through any means, as long as the accepting party is aware of the fact that they are, indeed, accepting the deal presented by you. Now, unlike certain powers that have to do with deals, yours is superior. Even after the deal is struck, you can interpret your words in any way you want. For example, if you say 'I will help you with all of my God-given power' you can simply refuse to help the other party by saying 'I have no power given to me by god, can't help you!'. Still, if you break your part of the deal, even if hard with these rules, you will be punished accordingly. But if the other party fails to fulfill their side, they will only have one punishment. Their soul will be given to you.
Ishi needs a moment to read all of this. After a few minutes though- "Well, I'm the Devil now alright." With the power to make deals, have a demon form and be supernaturally good for normal humans? Yeah, he just needed a few class levels to make the transformation complete. And, apparently, the transformation healed his wounds! Honestly, he was expecting some kind of searing pain as his body transforms but no. "I need to see this." The first thing the newly turned devil wanted to do was see his true body, the one he can already feel is more comfortable.
His body is enveloped in a red and green? flame. Just as fast as it appeared, though it's gone again and in it's place is a new person. In place of the young, seemingly innocuous boy now stands a man, maybe 20-25 years of age. His angular and well structured face is crowned by wild black hair mixed in with silver streaks in the front. His eyes are shut, but they do not remain so. Upon opening, dark red, nearing black sclera surround the glowing vibrant red pupils of the eyes, giving the entire face an otherworldly charm.
His clothing is also noteworthy, though not as much as his other features. It is a simple black suit, though Ishi may change it whenever he likes. He's also wearing black leather gloves and a black belt with slim red runes. And, upon closer inspection, similar runes are revealed flowing like water over his clothing, fading in and out occasionally. But the most eye catching feature are the wins.
Four, exactly. Ishi instinctively knows what they represent, each is styled with his most used and favorite powers in mind. And the numbers of wings increase with power and his high leveled skills. Currently, the one on his upper right is made of pure flame, fading out into pure heat on it's bottom. Below it lay a mechanical wing, made of gray metal resembling his Nano's with black tubes and colored wires flowing at it's top. The wings feathers are layered, shining metal plates on top of each other. They even make machine-y noises when he moves them, which feels weird and natural at the same time, like a paralyzed limb he always had but could only now move.
Now, on his top left side is a wing made of blood, a pure silver liquid occasionally streaming through the moving blood. 'Iron blood, most likely.' Lastly, a wing made of two energies. One, red and black, rages and pushes trough the available space like a hungry beast while the other, blue and white, flows like water, retaking the space that the red energy leaves behind. 'Both my magics.'
His new height is slightly disorienting at first but he is accustomed to it swiftly, after all, he wasn't always a child. Though even then, he wasn't 6'7. But he feels good right now, really good even. Powerful, like he could take on the world. And if we where talking about MHA, he probably could. A few deals with people in power and boom! World take over! But that's not the peace he is searching for, he'll continue with his previous plans while building Hell as a true home.
Though he still sees saving his previous race as a goal, his previous blind conviction to this goal has wavered. As he grew up and had time to think, he realized that he isn't even part of the humanity he wants to save so bad anymore. He's a devil, The Devil and he has his own people. Sinners. And while he may still care for humanity and is ready to fight for a better future for them, he has begun to prioritize his own realm.
Regarding humanity, lately most of his focus was on protecting and spending time with his mother, Mina and Setsuna. He's begun to think about the option of just taking them with him to hell if the overworld goes to shit. But that's last resort shit, he's still has faith in them. He's still ready to fight for them, but he may not betray his friends anymore. 'Yeah, maybe I can just be a hero. He, I can skip the entire double triple agent shit, what are they gonna do for me? I'm stronger, I don't need them to rule earth.'
Yes, if possible he still wants to rule earth but if he can't or if the cost is too high, he won't bother. He has loved ones he will protect and a true kingdom of his own he needs to be alive for to rule. This wasn't a change in mentality he went through over night mind you, it was gradual. The more he spend time with his friends and after his second visit to hell, he found out what he truly values. His first desire to put humanity of a path of his choosing was born out of a desire to make a world where nobody has to suffer the same fate he and his past parents has to, out of a desire to do good.
But he's realized that that's too much trouble, and if the 40K Emperor is anything to go by, then it won't even be worth it. So, he'll do his own thing while helping out humanity when he can. He'll be a hero... but if any villain wants to make a deal, then who is he to refuse? "Hehehe, yeah. This form is far better." Yes, back to the present.
Even his voice is deeper now, having intimidating quality while keeping it's warmth. "Oh wait! I basically have a second persona now, if I want to do things in the overworld that don't tie back to my human body." But any thoughts of deal making with powerful heroes or villains is shattered as his vision is overtook with light. Weirdly enough, he doesn't need to close his eyes like previously, apparently, he can't be blinded that easily anymore.
As the light fades the walls of the grand cathedral greet the newly born demon. Half a football field large with some kind of altar in the front, the cathedral has an imposing aura. The intricate designs along the walls and roof give meaning to every corner of this place, showing the dedication these people had to their gods. 'And how where they repaid? Becoming mindless beasts.'
But one has yet to get that memo. Vicar Amelia, still human, is kneeling in front of the altar. She begins her long dialogue that Ishi promptly ignores in favor of preparation. With his stats increased, he can use more MP at less of a cost. He transforms the entire cathedral into his personal Hell, the blood swamp castle specifically. Though he couldn't bring Maligog, he doesn't have that much MP. And looking at his mana, three fourths of it is gone, he would've been unconscious by now, he has tested his maximum range, but his MP reduction is apparently more than one third.
Now he hopes that this boss will drop normal levels, he likes his class and all but normal levels give him raw strength, something he needs if he wants to keep up with Minos, Alastor and such.
"Remain wary of the frailty of men..." She's finally reached the end of her speech and starts to transform into the white-furred monster we all know her as. A few agonizing screams later and the large, house sized figure of Vicar Amelia turns towards Ishi, though the blindfold remains making him wonder if she can just smell or hear very well or if she has a sixth sense. The malformed dear monster slow- "Or not so slowly!"
It rushes at him, the thundering sound of it's mad dash echoes throughout the halls of his summoned palace. Though Ishi has enough time to dodge to the left, then firing a few fireballs at the beasts side. The fire slowly spreads throughout it's white fur, though it becomes less raging and more sizzling as it spreads thin.
"RAAA!" Suddenly, the left claw of Vicar Amelia swings horizontally towards him, would it hit, it would surely split him into little slices of Ishi. He has barely enough time to guard his head and midsection with his Nano enhanced arms before a massive impact knocks him into the same wall that his attacker dashed into. His level 100 Nanomachines lessened the damage tremendously but the impact into the wall still took his breath.
His hand still covered in it's metal armor, he charges a serpent strike. He slides under the second strike from Vicar's right, boney claw arm as she turns to face him. With immense speed, Ishi dashes under the large monster. He pumps some mana into his supercharged serpent strike, then cocks his fist before-
BOOM
A shockwave shoots outwards from it's epicenter, the punch. But the damage, ohoho, the damage. The entire dark, barely skinned boney leg is shattered completely, only pieces of bones fly in place of the limb for a moment. Ishi dashes out from under his enemy as it falls to the ground. It screams in either panic, pain or both as it tries to stabilize itself with it's two hands, failing miserably as it repeatably slips and crashes down again. It looks like a dog fumbling with it's balance on a sheet of ice. Just, the dog is as big as a truck and the ice is the slick floor of a castle in hell.
Ishi smiles in a cruel satisfaction. "Having problems?" Of course, even if it was sane, it cannot hear him. "Let's end this." He wonders how much damage he can do with just his classic magic. Then, with the boosts of his own realm, he summons eight intricate, red magic circles behind him. Slowly, spires of black metal, in the same dark gothic style as his blood swamp castle, emerge from them.
Ishi nods and then, the two meter long spears shoots at the speeds of a bullet into the demon. It's thin skin and see-through cloth cannot stand their impact, they all cut through Amelia, leaving eight holes in it's large body. It stops wailing on the floor and limply falls for the last time before it dissipates into blue smoke.
PREY SLAUGHTERED
Ishi nods. "I'm pretty strong, huh?" There is no arguing, he is extremely powerful. He could've ended the fight the second it started, though it would've taken all his MP to cast many more of these spires, together with something to restrict it's movement, chains maybe? Yes, well now he still has low MP, though he has time to regenerate as he contemplates if he wants to take the extra challenge.
Rewards:
15 Levels, Vicar Amelia (Mindless) NPC
Simple but apricated. "Either I'm getting too confident or too unobserving because I feel like the strongest in the world right now." Ishi pops his knuckles and other joints n his body, something he likes to do for whatever reason. He sighs in proud accomplishment, reveling in his victory. As powerful as he is, he has only been in a fight a couple of times, his expectations of the outcome of a battle are slightly skewed. Though he is aware of his lack of combative awareness, he knows that he is technically unskilled at fighting.
He intends to remedy that, by getting experience. He needs a tutor for a fighting style and more battles under his belt. But those are topics for another day. Right now, he needs to make a decision regarding the newest system message.
Continue to the [EXTRA] Boss?
[Y]/[N]
No rewards are listed. Though none where listed for the other two, it still makes him rethink his proud confidence after his first two victories. "If Gascoigne was at my power level, his superior skill would've beaten me." He scratches his chin. "But he was not. But is Mergo's?" He looks up to the ceiling of his palace. "Was his shadow attack Umbramancy or just a special skill? Can he clone himself more than twice?"
he shakes his head, taking his mind of the complicated thoughts. "No matter. Imma go for it." Ishi flaps his four devilish mirroring wings, a motion of comfort maybe? Like one would smile and nod when they make a decision they are happy with. No matter, he clicks [Y] and the next flash of white transports him into his next arena.
The first thing he hears his a baby crying, an awful sound. So awful in fact, that his head starts to hurt, a droning white noise that's slowly overpowering his own thoughts. 'What..?' He opens his eyes again to a blurry sight, a courtyard with a stone wall caging off the circular arena he stands in. He sees a purple crib standing by it's lonesome in the middle of the ring. A message enters the peripheral of his blurry vision, going completely ignored by it's audience.
You have been afflicted with the Status effect:
Eyes on the inside.
You are gaining 'Insight'. Your eyes will open to an truth unknown. This effect is irreversible. At random intervals, days, weeks, months, you will gain 'Insight'. [Insight 0-X] is an effect that will give you excelled magical power and an increase in WIS, as well as connection to the eldritch but you will be altered. You can be transported or see visions of places cursed by the living. You can have nightmares that feel like a second life, so real that you wish it not to.
The mere presence of this phantom child and maybe the fact that he is standing in the nightmare is unraveling his mind. "What-?" he grunts as flashes of cosmic truths, yet unknowable to Ishi, present themselves before his eyes. He cannot even begin to try and describe these creatures beyond us, as a dark cloaked figure descends from the gray sky. It's hunched stance reveals only two large raven wings.
In a slow and smooth motion it stretches out it's black feathered wings and reveals the rest of it's body. A black piece of cloth adorns it's entire form, small decorations of jewels and linings of sliver strings scatter across the almost royal clothing. On it's neck, which is weird it self, is a medallion with a red gem in it's middle. Now, it's neck and head is the truly eye catching part. Or well, it isn't because there is nothing there. A long stretch of it's clothing lays on it's giraffe like neck, on it's end is mothing.
No head or hair, only an empty space. Like it's held up by the very air itself. The other noticeable trait is it's six arms, boney limbs that hold sickles that gleam in the moonlight. Either it's bone is charred or it's skin burned to the extreme as it's only showing body it pitch black. "Well, you look pale, seen a ghost?" He smirks as he blinks a few times to try and focus on the very apparent danger.
No response. What he knows as Mero's Wetnurse slowly struts towards him, blades at the ready.
Left
In response to the horrid whispers that now lay in his mind, Ishi instinctually dodges to the right. The clatter of blades hitting the stone ground sounds out of the place he once stood. Ishi sees a second Wetnurse with it's blades to the ground now rising again.
HELP M- truthtruthtru- Use fire- death- fear the old bl-
Among the whispers useful information is attainable. Ishi is pretty disturbed by the voices in his head, understandably but he fires two fireballs anyways. Like it was only made of wool, the entire form of the second Wetnurse goes up in flame, disintegrating quickly. 'Just a cardboard cutout?' Ishi is only shortly confused as he is forced to continue to rely on his ranged skills.
After all, he has no melee combat experience. Unlike in any souls-like game, he cannot simply roll an be invincible for 1/3rd of a second. As another sickle misses him barely, Ishi get's an idea. He continues to pepper the Wetnurse with many assortments of fire, water and magic strikes. "I could make it so vulnerable with this..." He nods to himself, his wings flopping once in conformation as he continues to look for the perfect opportunity.
fear the old b- Good plan new pet- MYMINDMYMIN- e y e s-
Is there something more to these voices or is he just going that much more crazy from 1 insight? And why did sh- it. it was and it, call him a 'pet'?
SUFFERSUFFERSUFFERSUFFERSU-
He drones out the rest of the white noise that is slowly driving him crazy as he focuses his increasingly blurry vision on his foe. Contradictory to his past actions, he closes in on his enemy. He wouldn't have gone with this plan normally but he really wants to get out of here. He can feel the voices getting louder and more dominating in his mind as he stays in this nightmare.
His senses pick up approaching danger as he stops his advance, three blades creating sparks on the stone ground as the slide along it in incredible speed. 'God, I hope this works!' He raises his empty right hand and, in the next second, the Super Shotgun lay in it. He aims for the section of it's left side that is currently still withdrawn from Mergo's attempt at his life and fires.
BOOM BOOM
Both shells are fired an Ishi immediately frees his hand again, using the inventory function to it's highest degree in a combat scenario. All three of it's left arms are blown off, pieces flying everywhere as the weapons clatter to the ground, uselessly. He quickly rushes towards it and picks one up, the sickle gleaming in the moonlight just like in it's predecessors hands. "I'd rather not do this, let's try my first option."
He looks at his MP, planning another spire spear strike.
43,25 / 126,5
Or not. He has barely enough for another five or ten casts. But Iron Blood costs far less, even more so at this high of a level. Ishi grits his teeth in preparation and turns it backwards in his grip. Then, he slashes over his shoulder into his lower left abdomen. It hurts like hell, the metal piercing his flesh but this was the best position for the blade he could think of while not impeding is movement.
But it's not like he hadn't had worse wounds, Gascoigne and Minos made sure of that, so he can continue as normal. Even if every twist and turns will bring with it searing pain.
Ishi let's go of the sickles hilt and points his right arm forward. In just a few moments, all five of the other weapons leave the Wetnurses grip violently and, while it tries to strengthen it's grip to keep them, it is not nearly enough. At the max level, even as little steel as is in Ishi's body is enough to have full control over at least ten times the amount in his flesh.
Unarmed, Mergo's Wetnurse tries to activate it's shadow attack thing, a ball of black mass gathering above it. But Ishi does not give it the chance, all five other blades that where hovering a small distance away from their previous owner cut through it in incredible speeds. Ishi's MP is at an all time low but the force of the slashes was enough for Mergo's torso to be bisected, three arms cut off and one of it's legs.
That is evidently enough damage to kill it as it disintegrates into the same mist the others did.
fear th- good job new pe- THE OLD ONES AR-
He ignores the whispers as best as he can while thinking if it was worth gaining this 'Insight' in the first place.
NIGHTMARE SLAIN
He retrieves all blades, including the one in his back, and puts them in his inventory before sitting down and looking at his stats, may have increased either through taking damage, his movement of the mentioned 'insight'. The notifications just don't show up in the middle of battle, something he asked for a while ago.
Name: Ishi Midoriya
Age: 11
Birthday: April 24th
Status effects: Eyes on the inside.
Level: 26 [EXP: 178.500/234.000]
Class(es): [Gamer], [Devil]
Race: Meta Human
HP: 119,9 / 119,9 [Calculation: VIT X 1.1]
HP Reg: 11,99 [Calculation: HP ÷ 10]
MP: 546 / 546 [Calculation: WIS X 3]
MP Reg: 207,6 [Calculation: (MP ÷ 10) + (INT X 1,5)]
VIT: 109
STR: 84
DEX: 111
INT: 102
WIS: 182
LCK: 19
Stat Points: 260
INSIGHT: 1
You have reached 100 WIS!
[Mana powerhouse]
Your MP calculation has been updated!
You have reached 100 VIT!
[Steel Bones]
Your skeleton has the strength of steel, not easily broken.
You have reached 100 DEX!
[Flicker] Level 1/100 [EXP 0/100]
A short distance teleport. You can stylize it any way you want but the distance only increases with the level.
You have reached 100 INT!
[Perfect Memory]
You cannot forget. You have photographic memory.
"I'll be having vivid visions and nightmares and you give me photographic memory and the inability to forget? Fuck you." He pinches the bridge of his nose as he looks at the other notification.
You have slain Mero's Wetnurse. Rewards:
Mergo's Wetnurse (Mindless) NPC, 20 class levels, 30 Gacha tokens, Umbramancy stage 2
[Umbramancy] Level 1/100 [EXP 0/100.000]
The art of controlling shadows. You can manifest them physically and even become a shadow yourself. You are at stage 2, meaning you can conjure living shadows, minions to do your bidding s well as increasing all other aspects of this branch of magic.
Before he can celebrate another flash of white light sees him back in his bedroom at seven in the morning. Ishi blinks a few times before fully realizing the situation again, quickly flickering 'Such a useful skill, god' to the bathroom and getting ready for school.
A few minutes later and he's said goodbye to his mom and went off to school.
Byrgenwerth- scholars of th- RUN-
Ishi's widened eyes quickly blink a few times to get rid of the flashes of a certain vacuous spider and it's resting place. "I hate this."
"You hate what?" Setsuna wraps her arm around his shoulders as she jumps him.
Just returning from three battles to the death and his beginnings of insanity, he really hopes he cans stave that off though, Ishi reacts in a reasonable way. He may not know the correct way to do this but he has strength at the level of All Might with flexibility surpassing everyone here without a quirk designed for flexibility.
"Hey, wha-" Ishi gives the source of danger no time to react as he elbows it's abdomen and turns around 180 degrees to swipe them of their feet. The figure falls to the ground an-
"Ohh fuck. I am so sorry Setsuna, I just- um- damn." He has no idea of how to explain this.
Setsuna groans as she get's up. "It's fine dude, didn't know you knew judo or whatever that was."
'Did she just call me 'dude'?' He glosses over that to help her get up. "I don't." Yeah, he is just able to bench his entire house. "I'm just strong. Though I would like to learn some martial arts."
Setsuna pats herself down, removing dust and dirt from her clothes before nodding at him with her normal smile. "Well, I know somebody who's dad owns a dojo."
Ishi looks down at her with slightly wide eyes. "I just attacked you and-"
"None of that, you just reacted badly. But I haven't forgiven you." She knows that something is wrong, nobody should react like this, especially since he knows her voice. But she won't press. Weeell- "I'll only introduce you two if you, well, go out with me."
The small blush on the girl is the only thing that fills the few moments of silence. Well, in Ishi's mind there's enough noise to fill the silence of a thousand graveyards. 'Does this mean what I think it means? Why me? I attacked a guy on my first day, I don't look good, I act weird.' All his past insecurities surface for a few moment.
I'm not strong en- Inadequate- Accept her offer, new pet or I-
The whispers help and they don't. 'But is she's really interested... I have noticed I like hanging out with her in a different way than with my old friends... Can't say I love her just yet but I'm willing to try. Jesus, let this go well.' Though worry and fear should not be what he feels as he accepts a date offer, something that Setsuna notices and worries her, he still get's out a straight answer. "Sure."
Over.