Going through the elevator to the upper floors I take out the key to the apartment.
I still try to think why they'll give me keys to enter the house, and I can't use for a moment their cell phones to connect the internet… I mean, if someone steals my keys they can easily enter our home.
Sighing while entering my home I can see mom in the kitchen…
Preparing herself… to cook…
"Mom!" I say hurriedly "L-let me help you!"
With that said I put the backpack in the couch while nearing the-
And the White Hand? Where do I put it? It's too big for the uniform…
Well, to the backpack it goes.
After keeping it in the bag I make haste to the kitchen, before Mom she starts. Got to save the poor vegetables.
"Oh, Micha! I am sorry I couldn't go to retire you from the school. Good thing that Mr Yith got us covered" She says with a small laugh. "How was your first day?"
I'll ignore the part about Yith for now.
"Great! I learnt a lot of stuff today!" I say like always with a smile-
"…Don't think that your parents are that stupid. They know a lot of things that you don't…"
Yith's words echo in my mind, taking out the smile I was going to have in my face.
What do they know? And why did he phrase it like that?
After noticing that my mother's face starts appearing with concern I put a big smile again.
"Let's wash the vegetables!" I say trying to ease the atmosphere.
"…Yes…"
We stay a good moment in silence washing the vegetables…
Until she breaks it.
"So… Did you make any friends?" She asks slowly.
"I… Yes, I made some friends!" I say energetically.
"Oh? What are their names?"
"Misha and Alex!"
"…Oh…them…" She says almost inaudible. "I-I mean, one of them has almost your same name!" She says with a forced smile.
"…You should talk with them sometime…"
I open my mouth-
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But I close it.
Why am I doubting?
It's just asking something but…
I see her eyes, which they look normal… and at the same time scared. It's almost impossible to see the last emotion, as her eyes are shaking so little.
Why?
Why is she scared? Of what?
I want to talk to her.
I want to. I really want to.
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But I can't.
It's like something doesn't let me.
"Mom, let's cook!" I say with a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere yet again.
"…yes, Micha…" And with that she starts to concentrate on the vegetables-
*Thuck*
Too much.
"Mom, how can you cleanly cut the carrot in two with the peeler?" I say truly astonished.
She tries to not look at me, probably in shame for the poor vegetable.
"Haa… Let me peel the carrots…" I say
"…Alright…" Mom says almost murmuring with her face red. "Ah! But first change yourself! You are still with the uniform. If you dirty it, I'll make you clean it!" But she suddenly speaks up, taking the opportunity to berate me while lightly pushing me to the corridor.
"…Yes…" I say knowing what she'll try. "…But don't continue! I want to help you!"
With that she stops momentarily, but resumes the pushing.
"O-of course! Now get changed, so we do it before Dad comes home." She says stopping pushing me.
Mission save the vegetables success.
Now onto the second mission…
I go directly to my room, to change fast before she tries anything funny…
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Ha…
I need to stop thinking of that for now.
The thing that concerns me more that my mother's look is Yith. I love her, but he is a greater danger right now.
To me and my family.
Looking around trying to distract me for a moment, I see that my bedroom changed a little these years.
It still has the blue pastel colour, as it's pretty soothing, but the cradle was replaced by a normal bed in the right corner. The wall with the mirror has more things now, like a shelf with a lot of books of different things. The other wall, the one with the window has a desk where even more books are in it.
I just hope that the desk will have a computer these days.
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"If I remember well..." I say to nobody.
Taking my diary from the jacket I start writing fast.
Yith.
He was- no, is going to be member of Penguin Logistics, the secretary? He knows a lot about Time and Illusion Arts, but I think more about Time Arts, as he and his race is connected to that artefact referred as the Clockwork Staff. What is it? I need to ask him more details about it. He is dangerous. Proceed with caution with him.
He is closely connected to Mostima, another user of Time Arts. If I am not wrong, he made maintenance to her weapons, which were… I don't remember, but it was something about keys and locks maybe?
Next theme.
Clockwork Staff.
For now I know that it's an artefact made by the Yiths, the race of Yith, and at present, is divided in different parts:
The White Minute Hand, which is in my possession. Accelerates time and partially slows it. Need to see if it's truth.
The Black Hours Hand, which is in the possession of the 'Grand Matriarch'. Unknown.
The Glass Seconds Hand, which is in the possession of the 'Angel Voyager'. Maybe he refers to Mostima?
And the Clockwork Staff, which its location is unknown. Source of all my problems? Need to investigate more about it.
Completing it is the only way if I want to find a cure for Oripathy according to him.
Next thing.
Originium Circuit.
The reason that all habitant of terra has at least 0.1 Originium in their blood. Overuse of them can generate pain. Need to investigate more of them, as it can help in my research of Oripathy.
I close my diary.
For now, that's it…
Ah! Right, I need to note the name Wei Yenwu, before I forget it.
Opening it again, I write:
Wei Yenwu.
Leader? President? I don't remember which. He governs the Great Lungmen. Pretty important figure. If I remember well, he was ruthless. Caution.
For the time being, that's all.
While thinking that, I close the diary and hide it under the bed.
I know that it isn't the greatest hiding spot, but it's that or the desk where the other books are, and I need to hide it outside the jacket here in home as it's too much being inside with a jacket and the heater…
I smell something…
Trying to know what is that smell a tear goes down through my face…
It's… Onion!
How much time I was here?
I need to change fast, so I can save dinner.
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Now in some more casual clothes I get out fast and go to the kitchen, only to find that…
All the vegetables and meat is already cleanly peeled and cut.
I look at my mother and then the vegetables… then to my mother again.
"Who did it?" I ask my mother in total seriousness, while pointing the chopped vegetables and meat.
"You… you are getting pretty cocky lately." She says while glancing and slowly coming to me, making her shadow almost swallow me in it.
Not even Yith's illusion was this scary.
She starts rubbing her fists forcefully at the sides of my head, generating a good amount of pain. Not much, but it was enough to hurt.
"Argh! S-stop, p-please! I am s-sorry! R-really I am- Argh!" I groan in pain.
"You cheeky kid!" She says, turning around and going directly to where the pot is.
While I stay there in the kitchen gripping my head I start thinking.
W-where did my sweet and calm mother go?!
Really?!
Taking a sigh out of my mouth I slowly go right beside her.
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When I come next to her I look at her face and her eyes aren't scared like before. More, she has a smile now.
With that, a smile comes out of me too.
Second mission, success!
After that, we start cooking peacefully, sometimes talking about today, but not touching the theme of before.
"Oh right! Mom, Mr Yith asked me to train me." I say as child-like I can.
I still feel something fishy about the relationship of Yith and my parents, so I choose to play the innocent child card now.
"Ah… Yes, Dad talks a lot about you in work…so much that his associates get tired about him." She murmurs the last part with a sigh. "And Yith is known in the office as something like a personal trainer. So when the theme of you came out, Dear talked about how you started training the last year, catching the interest of Mr Yith. Plus, we know him as a good friend, so when he offered to train you we accepted." She says while throwing the chopped vegetables in the pot.
"…Without my permission…?" I say while taking the remaining vegetables and showing her to do it slowly.
"Well, apart from the diary it was going to be something like a surprise gift, as you liked training a lot…" Mom says while shooing my hands, passing the meaning 'I can do it myself'.
That's a lie.
If I let her do it, she'll spill more of the stew out.
But yeah… I like to do a little of exercise.
I mean, I think before being reincarnated I didn't like anything related to training, but right now it's a good hobby.
"I see…" I start thinking if that really is something they should do to a five year old.
"There!" She suddenly points at my face, alarming me. "For a moment, stop thinking so much! You'll grow wrinkles before you are even 18!"
And with that, I furrow my brows even more.
"Come on! Don't waste your father and mother's beauty so soon!" She says while rubbing my forehead with her long and delicate fingers.
"Ngh…Not so forceful-" I groan until we hear the door opening.
From the door my father appears.
How much time did we spend cooking?
"Dad!" I say while going to him, getting fast out of my mother's reach. "How was your day?"
"Ah, hello Micha. Great, good thing that we didn't get much work today." He says pretty tired.
"I-" I almost get out the theme of Misha and Alex again. Really, how careless can I be? "I had a great day today!"
"I see, let me hear it." He says with his trademark slow nod.
Then whereas mom is in the kitchen, Dad and I sit in the living room talking calmly about today. Of course, Yith's subject comes out yet again.
And if you ask, yes, I have one eye always in the kitchen, as a precaution.
"Yes, Yith is something of a pretty easily excited person, but the majority of the time he is calm as a butler. And he helps a lot in the resear- I mean, in the office, when I or a co-worker need it." My father says like always tired.
Poor man, how much does he work to be like this?
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But… I still have that intrigue.
Research.
A good amount of times the word slipped out of his mouth, while referring to his workplace.
Now I am having second thoughts if he really is a salary man.
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And if he isn't? Maybe it's a disguise.
But why? What is he hiding?
"…They know a lot of things that you don't…"
Yith's words echo yet again in my head.
What do they know? And why they are hiding it?
It's something so important that they need to keep it hidden from my view… and the public, as he is disguised as your normal office man for a reason.
Research…
Let's guess.
He is a researcher, and the content of said research needs to be hidden from public eyes.
The less know about it, the better.
And especially children, as they talk a lot without thinking.
What is the research about?
Human experimentation? Possible.
Something related to Originium or the infected? Less probable, but the possibility exists, as this country isn't in the best relations with infected.
I mean, they fucking execute the infected and everyone knows about it, unlike Lungmen, where the cleaning of the slums are in secret.
For now, I have those two hypothesis. Maybe there is more to this that I think, like a third party.
I need to note this in the diary later.
There is the thing with the brothers too…
For now…
"I see… You must be pretty tired…" I say while caressing his head. He puts a comfortable face while I do it, so if it can help him relax, the better-
"Ah! No!" My mother says suddenly. Looking at her I can see that parts of the stew for some reason flew out of the pot.
How?
You only need to stir it.
How can you fuck it up so much?!
Ha…
I love my family.
Did you know now that every time I end school Yith comes to get me?
I do now.
And I don't like it.
Ha…
Coming to the present, weekend arrived, and…
I couldn't talk with my mother nor my father about that…
I still try to think why I hesitate so much.
But now I don't need to be preoccupied about that. Do you remember I talked about Yith some seconds ago? This is the reason:
"Ah! Mr Yith, is good to see you here so early." My mother says to the, unfortunately, expected visitor.
"Yeah, it is." I say with dead tone still in casual clothes.
Which is a combination of a colourful sweater with some sweat pants.
I like comfortable clothes, and you need to factor that it's like seven in the morning, so I couldn't put much clothing until the door rang.
Like, what the hell? I know that we need to use all the daylight we can, but isn't it too early to get up? At least give me one hour to prepare.
And he is already prepared! He has the same suit as always, but this time he has a little backpack in his hand.
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Ha…
From what they said about him, he is a good friend, but I can't still trust him.
If you were trapped in an illusion of complete darkness without being able to breathe by him, will you trust him?
Me?
No. Way.
"Good morning Mrs Irina." He says cordially. "You too Micha."
I hate him.
But, that hate needs to stay away if I am going to train my Arts with him.
"Hi." I say intoning the same tone as before.
"You… need to have more respect to your elders and change your clothes, you know…?" My mom says eerily right behind me.
"A-ah yes!" I disappear for a moment to change fast and appear yet again, already dressed with a jacket and all. "Hello mister Yith!" I say enthusiastically, with a fake smile.
"Mhh… For now you pass. Please pardon my child Mr Yith, but he isn't all the time like this." Mom says apologetically.
"Hahaha, don't worry. I don't have any problem." He says neutrally as always.
I have the problem here…
Ha…
Let's stop whining. The bit is becoming old.
"So… Are we going somewhere or…?" I say to him while murmuring, as I see how my mother goes to her bedroom for something.
"No, we are going to section 14. There is pretty big park in there where we can train without being disturbed." Yith responds, while entering to my house…
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Remember, stop whining.
I gather all the patience I can muster to not say anything against him entering and closing the door so casually, while we wait for my mother. I sit in the couch, and he does the same next to me while putting the backpack beside it, but still maintaining distance.
He knows that I don't like him that much.
"So, you tried using the White Hand for now?" Yith starts a conversation.
"For now, not." I say truthfully. "I waited for you in case something goes bad." I respond, trying to put a little of emotion.
"Good. We don't know how your Arts can manifest."
"Manifest?" I say curious.
"Yes." He says while getting up from the couch. "Originium Arts are something that need to be done with care, especially in its initial states. It isn't as easy as imaging something and it happens. You need to know a lot of different factors. For example."
He appears behind me.
"Time Arts are powerful, but it's almost impossible without the use of some catalyst, as it requires an amount of concentration akin to threading 10 different needles at the same time."
"T-that much?" I say astonished.
"Of course. Time is something pretty important for everything, and you need to factor the time and space of all the beings and things that you want to affect or manipulate, all at the same time." He stops for a moment and appears yet again in the sofa. "For example, to move from behind you to the couch again I needed to factor the time and space around me into a form of information that I can interpret easily a good amount of times. That's the reason that catalysts are used in Time Arts, as it helps you to skip that part. The better the catalyst, the faster it can interpret the information and in turn it the more you can output your energy in the potency of the Art itself."
"It's really that hard?"
"It is." He says while nodding. "Look at this table for example." He says while pointing the table in front of the couch. "The table has something defined a Life Time. It's the time of existence something has, living or not. A non-living object is easier to influence with Time Arts that living ones, as…" He says while inclining his head to look at the corridor, as my mother is coming out of her bedroom. "I'll explain that later." Yith says with a nod
Shit, it was getting pretty interesting too.
Well, I'll note it later in the diary.
"Oh, looks like I am interrupting something." Mom says after appearing. "Well, good thing you can continue talking later. Take this Micha."
She gives me a jacket of a blue colour which I didn't see before.
"This?" I say while looking at my mom.
"Well, the thing about training with Mr Yith was a gift more in part of Dad, so I was thinking that maybe I could get you other gift… And while I was shopping I saw this beautiful jacket that I think it goes great on you!" Mom says with a smile.
I…
I can't…
This family is just too beautiful and cute…
I take the one I already had on and try the new one. Needless to say, it goes perfectly.
"Thanks mom!" I say while hugging her with all the force my five year old body can muster, without thinking the consequence that my actions can make.
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"Mom?" I raise my face and…
She is literally frozen.
Like…
Like time stopped.
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Get it?
"Mom?" I say yet again, but unlike before, she responds.
"Eh? Ah! Yes, go with Mister Yith and use it a lot!" Mom says while pushing me. Looking at the door I can see that it's open and in the other side is Yith waiting with backpack in hand. "Have fun!"
And with that she closes the door forcefully.
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Was she…Embarrassed?
No, it mustn't be, as she…
But her face was completely red…
You know what, let's forget about it.
"Let's go." Says Yith.
With that, I follow him.
After walking some metres from the apartment complex, he speaks again.
"Well, let's continue with the conversation from before."
"Ah right… You were saying something about a Life Time of the table." I say interested.
"Yes. For starters, there are two types of Life Times." He says while raising two fingers. "There is the non-living Life Time and the living Life Time. The difference of course, is if it lives or not." He coughs a little. "As I was saying before, the table has a Life Time, which starts when it was created. From there, you need to know the Space that it occupies. With those two, you can affect it with your Arts. Pretty simple right?"
I nod. "But there is something I don't understand. Why we need to account the space?"
"…If you don't want me explain to you for some hours about how space and time can affect each other let's not respond that question..." He says for the first time with a tired voice while I nod fast.
"Let's continue. In theory yes, it's simple, but you need then to specify if you want to slow, accelerate, stop or regress it. The last part is to see if it has some type of resistance to Arts." He stops for a moment, and looking around I see we are in a bus stop.
"Ahem. Well, resuming, Time Arts can manipulate the time of a target and the space too a little. It's pretty hard, so we use a catalyst to measure the Life Time, the space it occupies, if the target is living or not, and the resistance it has to Arts. After all that we input what we want to do: Slow, accelerate, stop or regress the target and finally the amount of energy we want to use."
"Easier, but why to see if a target is living or not?" I say while looking at him.
"That is because a living target changes constantly, making it harder to affect thus requiring more energy and concentration, while a non-living object doesn't have as much changes, requiring less… Now, give me your hand." Saying that my face becomes troubled, and seeing it he responds why. "Think that your body is still one of a five year old. For a lot of people you are vulnerable and easy to deceive." He says while glancing in my direction.
I can't go against logic. So I give him my hand, while his other one has the bag.
"Great." Yith says looking to the side. "We'll wait some time, so another thing you want to ask?"
"Mmh… Yes! I want to ask more about that Clockwork Staff. Especially the other parts, as you said that the White Hand functions to accelerate and partially slow time if I am not wrong." Remembering what I noted in my diary.
Now that I remember… I don't have the diary in me…
I changed the jacket, so the one I had it in is in home…
I just hope mom doesn't see it.
"You…" He says with a little of astonishment in his voice. "…pay attention even if you hate me."
"…Yes…I hate and won't stop doing it in the near future, but." I look directly at him. "I have a bit of respect for you, as you are the only one teaching me about my Arts and helping me secretly, even giving me the White Hand." I say looking at said wand. Good thing I didn't forget about it and put it in the new jacket.
…
Looking at it I start thinking. Why did he help me?
He knows 'Time', but only because of that he did?
"…" He stays silent.
This took a good amount of time until he speaks again.
"Now you are making me feel bad about using that illusion." He says in something akin to regret.
I look at him for a moment, but I continue looking in front of me to the street.
"You should have thought about it before using that." I say to him, trying to ignore his words.
I…
I feel weak.
I know I shouldn't, but…
Sometimes when dreaming I appear again in said darkness, trying to get out.
Tell me. How would you feel when you are dreaming about your family, when suddenly you get inside said nightmare?
Seeing how your caring family is enveloped in darkness, not being able to help?
I… I hate it.
And then the drowning feeling appears. Where you can feel how water enters your lungs, but at the same time not being able to do nothing about it?
Yet again.
I hate it, and I hate him.
But… If he can train me to be stronger, so nor I, nor someone close to me experiences that.
Then so be it.
I already accepted, so I can't whine.
Meanwhile we both are deep in our thoughts, the bus appears in front of us.
"Let's go…" He says to me. "To the section 14."
And with that we both go in silence.
"We arrived."
My thought process stops right there, as Yith suddenly talks.
"Yes." I nod to him "let's go."
Getting out of the bus, I see the park that Yith talked before, and…
It's huge.
And I mean it.
"I know a good spot where a lot of people don't come." Yith says while walking in front of me. "Remember, take my hand, as the park is filled of people." He says extending my hand, which I take without saying anything. Like that, we start walking.
"Well, you wanted to know more about the Clockwork Staff." He says breaking the ice. "As I said before the Clockwork Staff is divided in four parts, and each except the Black and White Hands, have different functionalities. The White Hand you have is good to accelerate time and can slow it to a lesser degree. It's contrary, the Glass Seconds Hand is good at slowing it, while accelerating it too to a lesser degree."
"And the Black Hours Hand?" I say confused. "Isn't the contrary of white, black?"
"Good deduction, but that doesn't work like that. The Black Hours Hand is the most difficult part to use, as it can retrocede the time." He says stunning me. "Time will always go forward, so accelerating it is easy, the reason the White Minute Hand is the easiest to use. You can slow it too, but it's a little bit harder, making the Glass Seconds Hand the second easiest to use. Now, the base of all this, the Clockwork Staff can stop time, being pretty difficult to do. Lastly, the Black Hours Hand can retrocede time, but the amount of energy, concentration and raw power to do is almost impossible to use it for great things, like rewinding a day. You can't get what already passed." He takes a small break. "But if you can get it from her hands, it has almost infinite ways to use it, as it can maybe help to cure wounds for example, retroceding time before the damage is done." He says with fun in his voice.
Help cure wounds…
"I see… and what do you mean by 'her hands'?" I say trying to take more information.
"Ah right… The one known as the Grand Matriarch or Grandma… Mmh… She is pretty dangerous for you now, so I think you should worry when you have the other parts and you are bigger."
"But you can't say anything about her?" I say trying to fish for eve more information about the mysterious person.
"…I see what you are doing, but I insist. Not even I would like to go against her."
And with that I stop asking.
Not even he wants to go against her…
In what I am involved?!
"But I can talk of the owner of the Glass Seconds Hand." That at least makes me be relieved- "But you already know about her right?" He says with his face in front of me suddenly.
His aura is the same as the time he used his illusion…
"W-what do you mean?" I try to say calm, but of course I can't.
"Angel Voyager. You don't know her in person, but you know of her, even though she isn't nowhere near here, and nobody in this section of Moscor knows her." The line between the two parts that makes what appears a mask start showing something akin to fangs while he is grinning.
"I-I…"
Do I say it?
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"I do, I know Mostima-." I say resolute-
"Alright then." He says breaking the tension in the atmosphere. "You thought that I was going to make something to you because you know Mostima, right?" I nod. "Everybody has secrets, and even if it intrigues me, I won't force it out of you. But learn that people are curious by nature, so have caution with what you say or the form you act. Some people can get so much information with so little that it can be scary. For example. I wasn't sure if you knew about Mostima, as you didn't ask about her earlier, so I tried this little lesson, both for you to learn the extent that people can go to know things, and to satiate my curiosity." He says with a playful grin.
I hate him.
"Now, wipe that mirthful glare of yours and pay attention. This is the place where we are going to train." Yith says prompting me to look around.
Trees and nothing else. Not even the sing of the birds were here.
How the hell such park had something akin to a forest in one section of the capital?!
There is no one else apart from both of us!
Yith ducks a little and takes a rock, and while walking towards me says.
"We'll start easy. This rock will be your target. Your objective is to accelerate the rate it goes down. You'll know when I say it." I try to say something, but he interrupts me before I can.
"Take out the White Hand, and hold it like a wand." Yith says and I do. "Great, close your eyes too" I close them. "Remember, that is the catalyst. This is important, as it connects your Originium Circuit with it, being able to pass Originite Energy to it."
Originite Energy? Now that I remember-
"Don't think about nothing else but the catalyst. This is a pretty delicate process. One time you do it wrong, it'll hurt like hell, even if you are a Vouivre. Concentrate."
I do.
"Now, feel like the catalyst is another part of you. Another limb if you will."
I try, and it's pretty hard. After some time, I do it.
"Great, open your eyes" I do, and his voice becomes more calming. "Now think. Think about the rock." I do. "The rock is heavy and you imagine that if I drop it, it'll go fast right?" I nod. "Good, but I want you to make it faster, without touching it. So feel it, the form, the dimensions, and the space it occupies, all you can about it. Then question yourself: How fast do you want the rock to go? Think that the rock is in my hand and when I remove it, it will fall faster than before. Only like that you can accelerate it." He stops talking for a moment. "When you think you are ready, nod and I will drop it."
I look at the rock and think. The form, where it is, where it will fall, what type is it, how fast I want to make it go and other things, but only of the rock.
I nod.
Yith drops the rock and-
"Again." Yith says.
Failure.
I nod to try again.
"Again" Yith says.
Failure.
And I nod yet again to try like before.
And again and again and again and again. I failed, failed, failed and failed
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We were like that a good amount of time, until my 84th try, where the sun was almost at dusk, when it happened.
"Aga-" Yith almost said. "Good, it went just a little faster, almost nothing, but an advance is an advance." He stops to look at me. "Congratulations, you used Time Arts for the first time."
And with that, and the last view of the sun, I accelerated a rock.
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Pretty stupid sounding right?
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Not for me.
Chapter 3. Training starts: End.
Author's Note: ON!
It's a me! Hiogen, here with your precious chapter 3!
Thanks for the continuous reading of Out of Time, and did you see it?!
The cover! It's! Here!
Even though I don't like how I made Micha.
I feel that I should have given him more of something, but that's the best I can do.
In this chapter we have intrigue, mysteries, Yith, and a pretty hard way to explain of how to use Arts. I hate that last part.
Now, the responses to reviewers!
Ksafmest (Again!): Thanks or saying that it's a good chapter, and now:
1- You don't want to be a infected in Ursus. As I explain, they abuse and then execute them, and this is canon!
2 and 3- Yeah, it's pretty op, but his is a little different to Mostima's Arts. I'll explain it later in other chapters, but his power is pretty taxing too, being in concentration, power, use of energy and other things.
4- That's something I need to have caution too, not only Micha! I want to change somethings, but without being able to change to much canon. Of course, some things will happen and... Let's not talk about it.
5- :)
6- Even thought I said it pretty fast in this chapter, Micha is a Vouivre as his father!
That's all for now for you! Next review!
Shadow of the Hitokiri: Thanks!
Overtale: I'll try, but it's pretty hard to find and understand parts of Arknights lore, but i'll try my best!
Elpis Bringer of Hope (You again!): Thanks for reading it! But I can't be sure if I can promise that second part.
Now, ThatIdioticMelody: You are one of the greatest people out there. One of the reason I put this fanfic in here was because I wanted to receive actual criticism about the way i write and make histories. It's hard to express well with words what i want to say, but I know one think I can say easily! Thanks, really.
That was author's note for now!
So!
I expect to see you next chapter!
Author's note: OFF!