Gabriel had known Nero for a year, since he moved to Aetherpeak. In that year, the teenager had proved himself to be a ticulous, insightful, dedicated and focused person with an inhuman drive pushing him forward towards his goals.
In their school, fighting and sparring were held regularly, though they were often divided between unawakened and Neophytes. After all, it would be unfair to ask an unawakened to fight a Neophyte. Just the ntal pressure from facing a foe who could wield aether and control an innate ability while you could not would leave most trembling with fear. But Nero was the top in their class, undefeated among the unawakened and the Neophytes!
Gabriel still rembered how he had looked at Nero derisively when he first saw him challenging Neophytes. He had considered him a country bumpkin, and thought him a fool. He also clearly rembered how shocked he was when Nero kept winning, fight after fight, week after week.
In fact, he was improving drastically, so even if the new Neophytes beca more accustod to their abilities, they still could not match up to him.
That is how Gabriel viewed Nero: a fearso, ruthless, and utterly focused machine striving towards the death of his enemies.
That was exactly why he had such a difficult ti reconciling himself with the scene he was seeing now.
Nero's shower had been very long, but that was understandable. No matter how composed he appeared, he had survived a terrorist attack and so deserved so ti to unwind. But when he ca out of the bathroom, he looked completely distracted.
He sat down at the study table and began writing stuff down on a paper with a pencil, before crossing it out. He kept muttering to himself, and if Gabriel tried to talk to him or peer at what he was writing, Nero would give him the death stare.
Ultimately, he gave up, and turned his attention to his own matters.
Nero kept staring at the piece of paper in front of him, which had listed down the traits of his innate ability. But instead of listing its strengths, it was listing down its potential weaknesses and drawbacks. The problem was, almost all of them had been crossed out!
When he was in the shower, Nero finally felt like he had so free ti, so he began experinting with his innate ability a little. He knew that there would be ti to test it out tomorrow, under the guidance of a teacher, but he wanted to test it out, anyway.
Water did not seem to affect the fla. It only absorbed so of the water's temperature as it passed through the fire, making it larger. As the fla grew larger, though the growth was minute, it could affect more water, which only fed it more, allowing it to grow even more, thereby creating a loop.
But the water was falling too fast and did not get turned into ice, which was sothing he noted down. After all, the effects of the fla were not instantaneous.
Another thing he learned was that the effects of the fla were not affected by its size, but the larger it was, the more area it covered and therefore was able to absorb more energy.
He tested out his control of the fla a bit and learned that his aether did not mostly go into sustaining the fla. No, after the initial consumption of summoning the fla, his aether went into controlling the fla. The larger the fla, the more aether it took to control, but that was it. That basically ant that the fla could be self-sustaining.
It was around that point where Nero realised how incredibly broken his ability seed to be. But no, that shouldn't be possible. So he started making a list of all potential drawbacks and flaws of the Cryofla, but the only one that he could keep was that if the fla grew too big, controlling it would be a massive burden on his aether reserves.
Not allowing himself to get too excited, Nero cald down and thought about it logically. HIs ability was just like his moms, so he should be able to do the sa things as her. But then it struck him. The small difference in how the ability presented itself, aning as a fla rather than a snowflake, had made all the difference.
Although the effect seed the sa, it was far from the truth. The effect of both the abilities appeared to be the sa, but the underlying principles were different!
Nero himself maintained total immunity from the effects of his fla, which would absorb heat, and grow larger as it absorbed more and more energy. That ant that, straight out of the bat, Nero had complete supremacy over anyone with a fla or heat based ability.
Unless the ability sohow overwheld his Cryofla, all other flas and heat sources were just fuel for his flas!
But that was easier said than done, as Nero had yet to discover a way for his flas to go out besides putting them out himself!
He kept trying to stop his expectations from rising too high as it did not make sense for an innate ability to be so strong from the get go. He probably couldn't discover its flaws because he had limited experience in this field. Yes, that was it.
There was no reason to beco arrogant. He needed to stop imagining himself freezing his enemy's weapons until they shattered, destroying their hopes of defeating him, before he froze them too!
After he spent an hour just writing down ideas, he decided to give up. He picked up the piece of paper and lit it afla with his ability. The ominous blue light imdiately attracted Gabriels attention, who for the first ti finally saw his partner's ability. The stronger Nero was, the more beneficial it would be to his plans. Likewise, the better Gabriel perford, the more beneficial it would be to Nero.
The piece of paper hardened instead of turning to ash, yet the fla continued to burn. The flas released a cool, minty sll, almost reminding Nero of nthol.
Heh, the fla even slled cold.
As Nero was cracking jokes in his mind, the piece of paper shattered, turning into a million tiny pieces, forever hiding their contents.
Gabriel's eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of what he saw, while Nero smiled. Yes, he could learn to like this ability of his.
Tidying up everything, which basically only ant putting the pencil away and sweeping the dust shards of the shattered paper, Nero finally climbed into bed. Despite getting plenty of rest at the hospital, it had been an exhausting day. Tomorrow promised to be just as exhausting, if only a little lacking in near death experiences as today - hopefully.
Nero did not remove the knife that was strapped to his leg, but he did remove his shirt before slipping into the blankets. He had done so purposefully, because...
"What's that on your back?" Gabriel asked, surprised to see the massive tattoo on Nero's back. He refused to believe he had developed an artistic side. Nero was too single minded for anything like that.
"Preparations," Nero only said, not elaborating further. It was important to keep Gabriel in the dark about so things, while it was also important to maintain a mysterious image in his eyes. He could not let Gabriel get a complete read on himself. After all, the redhead had an incredibly mysterious background that Nero could not look through.
Although they were helping each other, Nero could not completely trust him. It was important to keep so contingencies.
Silence filled the room for a while as the two teenagers simred in their own thoughts. Eventually, Gabriel broke the silence.
"Nero?"
"Yeah?"
"Good night."
"You too."
Sleep ca quickly, as it always did, and if Nero had any dreams, he did not rember them.
Before he knew it, the alarm on his phone began to ring, jerking him awake. He slamd his hand on his phone, as he always did, before slowly opening his eyes.
For a mont he was startled. Nero did not recognise where he was. Then mories ca, and he rembered that he was in the hostel now.
He groaned, and was about to set up a second alarm so that he could sleep more, when he heard the sound of sothing shattering. He looked down and saw a blue fla in his hand that covered the phone, which was now in several pieces.
"Dammit," Nero exclaid as he put out the fla, but it was too late. The damage had been done. He would need to buy a new phone again!
"That happens a lot the first few days," said Gabriel from his bed as he looked at Nero's hand with interest. "Everyone loses control of their abilities when they're taken by surprise. But eventually you get used to it, and learn how to control it."
Nero frowned, but then sighed. There was nothing he could do about it other than train. He wasn't upset over the loss of control, but rather his inability to predict it. It seed his vigilance was slipping. He had allowed excitent and anticipation to cloud his mind.
Nero climbed out of bed and looked through the blinds in their room. The sky in the distance was light blue, and the sun had not yet erged from behind the mountains.
It was much too early for regular classes, but Nero began preparing to head to school anyway. He put on his shirt and shoes before going to the bathroom to wash up.
His other three roommates still seed absent, but that was for the best. He wanted to et them when he had pants that weren't literally falling.
Nero waded through the empty hostel halls till he exited, then began to make his way towards his school, which was joined to the hostels..
Normal classes, such as language, history, mathematics, science and aether studies all began at 9 am and continued till 3 pm usually. All students would have to attend a portion of those classes and needed to maintain a minimum score in them. But the requirents weren't too tough, as there was an entire set of classes operating alongside these, and they were focused on cultivation and learning how to use Eldrim cards.
These classes all happened at different tis, which also explained why his three other roommates had classes at night.
When Nero entered the school he started seeing more students, all of varying ages. Most would not take more than the mandatory classes, but so highly motivated students filled their free ti with extra classes to better prepare themselves for the troubles that lay ahead.
Nero walked up to a counter near the entrance of the school and looked at the bored teacher sitting there.
"Hi, I'm a new Neophyte. I would like to sign up for the introductory classes. By the way, I need new uniforms."
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