Date: Unspecified
Ti: Unspecified
Location: Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Devil rchant Code, Inter-Realm City, Sector WS9909, Infinity Library, Study Room
Wyatt soon brought Lucifer to Michael's training ground, where both of his primordial spirits were training hard, following the instructions embedded in the Field Marshal's card's intent. Interestingly, the other primordial spirit had no trouble keeping up with the training, despite starting later than Michael.
Wyatt imdiately accessed the other primordial spirit's mories to better understand its personality, quirks, and strengths. Through this, Wyatt learned that the spirit greatly admired Michael, often following him and learning by observing his actions. It embodied the qualities of both Michael and Lucifer-diligence and resourcefulness. In terms of talent, it demonstrated an impressive creative drive and intellect. Unlike Michael and Lucifer, who were each extre in their respective fields of expertise, this spirit exhibited a more balanced approach.
Satisfied, Wyatt continued to explore its mories. As he had anticipated, Michael had not let him down. He had dedicated himself fully to helping the other primordial spirit keep up with the rigorous training sessions. Michael's guidance appeared to be a catalyst for the spirit's growth and individuality.
Moreover, it seed that during these sessions, Micheal not only did not let it affect his training but he had begun to uncover a way to surpass mortal limits. Its creative drive was being pushed to the brink by the Martial Demigod Lorn's intent.
Upon Wyatt's arrival, the primordial spirits took a brief break. The Card Intent addressed him sharply, "Dear disciple, you are slacking off. Your master would be disappointed in you."
"I'll handle her," Wyatt replied dismissively. "Now, tell how are things progressing? How many disciples can you train at once?" He was curious, knowing the card's will was shaped by the intent of Martial Demigod Lorn,
The Card Intent responded, "Dear Disciple, your clones are exceptional. They absorb everything I teach. But what intrigues most is their willpower. How can they possess such boundless determination for improvent despite being clones? What they should have is the will to serve which usually gets exhausted. Even for perfect. clones, this defies logic. Although, considering they can undergo enlightennt, I suppose nothing about them should surprise ."
Unable to contain its curiosity any longer, it dropped its instructor's pride and asked directly, "What's the secret behind your clones? They don't behave like clones. They act like individuals with independent wills." Without waiting for an answer, Wyatt
would not give it an answer, it added, "I can train as many disciples as you can send my way. After all, I am the intent of a Martial Demigod
Wyatt smirked, amused by its curiosity. "Be honest-you can't even tell the four of us apart, can you? If not for the attitudes of my clones toward and the fact that you're equipped in Micheal's grimoire right now, you'd still be guessing which one of us is the real ."
The Card Intent, maintaining its composure, replied, "Dear disciple, as Martial Demigod Lorn's Intent, it would be shaful if I couldn't distinguish my disciple from his clones." It neither confird nor denied Wyatt's accusation.
"It seems the Field Marshal designed you for more than just being a training instructor," Wyatt remarked, noting that the Card Intent could think and act beyond the role of a combat instructor.
"Dear disciple, your master designed to handle any challenge her difficult disciple might throw my way," the Card Intent replied, implying that the Field Marshal did not trust Wyatt to diligently undergo combat training without attempting to cheat. And so far he had proved her right.
"Martial Mad, unequip it before it wastes more of my ti," Wyatt ordered Michael. Then, turning to Lucifer, he added, "This is Lucifer. Second Star, et Michael."
"Dear disciple, no-" the Card Intent protested, but its words fell on unsympathetic
ears.
"Lucifer, nice to et you. You don't have any plans to rebel against our master, do you?" Michael joked, revealing how much his individuality had developed. It seed ntoring a primordial spirit was also stimulating his own growth.
"No, I don't-because we don't have THE Michael to stop ," Lucifer quipped, igniting a playful rivalry.
"Only ti will tell," Michael replied, refusing to be baited into a confrontation. "Ahem," Wyatt interrupted. "Save your competitive spirit for the tasks I assign. And you," he turned to the other primordial spirit, "What do you want to be called?" "I-I want to be called Gabriel," the spirit stamred at first but quickly recovered and announced the na it had chosen. Having learned from Michael that their master would ask them to pick a na, the spirit had already decided: Gabriel Wyatt. "What is it with you guys and old mythology?" Wyatt sighed. "Michael, it seems you've started sothing troubleso. So, I'm leaving it up to you to handle before this ss reaches ." Then, without waiting for Micheal's reply, addressing Gabriel, he said, "Alright, from today onwards, you are Gabriel Wyatt. I'm counting on you to make sure these two don't waste ti-fighting and focus on training. Don't be biased toward Michael and isolate Lucifer. He's a loner as it is. Got it?"
"Yes, Master. Leave it to . I'll ensure there is harmony among us, and we'll make constant progress in training," Gabriel responded earnestly. He showed no doubt, firmly believing his master would not assign him a task he couldn't handle.
"Excellent. I knew I could trust you, Gab," Wyatt nodded, satisfied with Gabriel's confidence. However, he wondered if Gabriel could truly manage the task, given how distinct and strong-willed Michael and Lucifer were. He then turned to Lucifer, who appeared ready to speak, but Wyatt cut him off with a warning. "Lucy, behave. We are all one and the sa here."
"Master, I will. But I was hoping you'd allow to ntor a primordial spirit as well," Lucifer requested, his voice filled with subtle arrogance, Wyatt frowned, his expression stern as he replied firmly, "No, I don't dare to do that..."
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