Knock knock
Standing in front of Oliver's room, I knocked twice before taking a step back.
His room is quite far from mine, but that doesn't stop from visiting whenever I have ti.
...Still, it's better to stay with him than to randomly run into Christina.
[...Randomly?]
'...I'm already stressed, El. Please don't make it worse.'
[...Still, don't act like you don't notice it. She's been trying to comfort you in her own way.]
'...Yeah.'
...Every day.
...Every single day, I "coincidentally" et her, and whenever she sees , she uses every opportunity to make stay with her.
She tries to engage in conversation, but it always turns into us bickering over random things.
...She isn't being forceful about wanting to know what happened to , unlike Arianell.
...She's just trying to be by my side whenever she can.
...It's like she's trying to lower my guard against her slowly.
'...And for so goddamn reason, it's working way too well.'
[...Was she like this in that ga of yours as well?]
'....No.'
...There wasn't any ntion of Christina trying to get close to like this in the ga.
...Maybe it was happening in the background, and the ga didn't cover that part.
...Still, it's weird how Christina is different from the ga.
...She doesn't seem conflicted about her feelings like she was in the ga.
'...And that too.'
Tapping my feet on the floor anxiously, I mused in my thoughts.
[...What?]
'...Christina... She feels familiar.'
I can't say how or why, but for so reason, her behavior... her way of talking... I've should have known soone who behaves exactly like her.
[...And who is that?]
'...I don't know.'
...It's like I can't rember her.
"...Co in."
My trail of thoughts stopped abruptly as a voice ca from behind the door.
Twisting the doorknob, I walked inside the room.
And...
The first thing that caught my eye was the boy wearing casual clothes, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, levitating just above the bed.
"...You ca, child." Opening his eyes, Oliver said solemnly. His odisian eyes fixed on .
"...What?" Tilting my head, I asked with an absurd look on my face.
"...Don't worry, my child." Closing his eyes, he exclaid, nodding his head, "...Just let touch—"
"...Větrem."
Before he could complete his sentence, I walked closer, using my blessing to suck all the mana around him.
"Fuck!"
He cursed as his body fell face-first onto his bed, his black hair spreading on the bed.
Ignoring his whimpering, I opened the door wide before looking at him. "...Let's go."
"...Where?" He questioned, looking at .
"...It's been more than ten days since you got that tattoo." Pointing at his hand, I replied, "...Let's see what it can do."
"...Can't we do—"
"...Let's go, Oli, or I will force you to move."
"...Tch, fine." He grumbled, picking himself up from the bed before walking towards . "...Should we call Aimar as well?"
"...Let him be for now." Shrugging, I replied, walking out of his room.
"...Fine."
He mumbled, walking close to as we both headed towards the training ground.
"...Can't we do this later?" Walking close to , Oliver asked softly, "...It's still an infant—"
"...Would you stop acting like a mother?" I grumbled, frowning, glancing at him. "...The earlier you start training with it, the better."
"....."
He remained silent, not replying.
We moved through the dormitory of the second-year students while passing by so of them.
"..Yo, senior." As we walked past a group of four second-year students, Oliver greeted the shortest one of them, "...Your shoes look number one."
"...Thanks." Smiling widely, the senior replied, showing his shoes, "...They are expensive—"
"...No, I was talking about the size." Smiling sweetly, Oliver interjected.
"...What?"
"...Why are you so short?"
"...."
He blinked twice before his face flushed red with anger as he walked towards Oliver.
"...Back off, lil' bitch." Stepping in front of Oliver, I pushed the senior back as he tried to grab his collar.
"...Move aside." He hissed, glaring at , but before I could reply, his friends grabbed him, forcefully dragging him away.
"...Leave !" The shorty shouted, glaring at them.
"...You want to die or what?" One of them replied, glaring at him. "...He's Christina's fiancé, rember?"
His anger vanished as he glared at us before walking away.
"...Sister-in-law is so cool." Oliver mumbled, rubbing his chin.
"...Let's just go." I replied, too tired to argue.
We reached the training ground soon enough and moved towards a corner.
"...So should I summon it?" Stretching his body, he asked, glancing at .
"...Please." I replied mockingly, gesturing with my hand.
"...Haah."
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes as I looked at the tattoo on his hand.
It was a gray-colored tattoo covering a small part of his hand, and as Oliver concentrated, the tattoo started to glow.
Slowly, a white mist began to erge from his hand, taking the shape of a small creature.
Opening his eyes, Oliver smiled before taking the small creature in his hand.
"ow."
...Yep, that small creature is a cat.
A small gray-furred cat, small enough to fit in his palm.
Oliver's spirit animal.
"...Okay, stop playing with it." I clapped my hands to gain his attention as he started playing with the cat, "...Let's test its abilities."
"Co on, it's just an infant Spirit—"
"...I am not asking for him to fight, idiot. You use his abilities." I interjected, glaring at him.
"...Right." He nodded awkwardly before letting the spirit enter his tattoo again.
"...Huh." Taking a deep breath, he looked at , "...So because it's only in the infancy stage, the only ability I got from him is this."
Saying so, he opened his palm in front of him as the air around him started to vibrate.
The air condensed and solidified into a translucent blade that appeared in his hand.
"...I can solidify air." Glancing at , he mumbled, throwing the blade at .
I didn't move or flinch as the blade disappeared just before touching .
"...Is that the only ability you got?" I asked, looking at him.
"...Well, I can do this as well." He replied, pointing at his head where a pair of cat ears erged.
"...."
"...Hey, don't look at like that." He rebuked aggressively as I looked at him in disgust, "...With this, I can sense the changes in air molecules around ."
"...So you can sense them before they even attack you?"
"...Exactly." Grinning, he replied, nodding his head, "...For now, these are all the abilities I can use. Oh, and my body has beco incredibly flexible as well."
"...Then bend over." I instructed, smiling innocently.
"....."
"....."
"...Can't you use your words properly?" He asked, glaring at .
"My bad." I replied, shrugging, "...So are you bending or not?"
"Nope."
"....."
I just looked at him, squinting my eyes.
...Sotis I tend to forget that this idiot will beco one of the youngest Eternals in the future.
[....What?]
'...Yeah, shocking right?'
I replied with a light smile.
...In the second ga, he plays an important role as a secondary character.
...He was also there when I died in the ga.
...That was the first and only ti I saw him crying.
...Anyway.
...He might look like an idiot, but the mont he goes all out, he can fight equally with Ethan.
But...
"...Hey, Oli." I called him, making him glance at , "...Whatever happens, don't use your 'eyes.'"
"...I know, I am not an idiot to risk my life by using them." Shrugging nonchalantly, he replied, summoning his cat out, "And...you are the only one who knows about it anyway."
"....Right." I mumbled, nodding my head as I walked close to him.
'...By the way, El, do all spirits have abilities that complent their contractor?'
[...Yes, spirits are bound with the souls and they only form a contract with those with whom they feel familiar.]
'....I see.'
...But what about my spirits?
...I literally have three of them.
...Did all three of them feel familiar with ?
...Why?
[...Most probably because of Inder.]
'....That doesn't make sense, El.'
Spirits only contract with children.
And if the triplets contracted with , they should have done it when I was a child.
...Inder's soul entered my body only a few months back.
...His soul doesn't even belong to this world, so how did his presence affect my spirits?
'...It's way too confusing.'
I mused as I walked towards Oliver before petting his cat.
"....What did you na him?" Curiously, I asked as I patted its head. It seed to enjoy it as it closed its eyes.
"Little Grey."
"Change that na."
"..Why?"
Instead of replying, I glared at him, which seed to work as he grumbled, "...Fine, I will think of a better na."
"Yeah." Taking the cat from his hands, I replied, gently stroking it.
"...We will get the participants' nas for the clubhouse competition soon enough." He inford, looking at .
"...So?"
"...Let's just hope we are on different teams."
"Why?" I asked, curiously.
"...So I can smash that handso face of yours." Grinning, he replied, bringing his fist forward.
"...Well, I would also gladly take the chance to smash your face as well."
Smiling, I replied, giving him a fist bump.
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