AThousandCurses

Iris Ascendis

The protective words from the shadow witch and the huntress made Chunji back off from Davil. If that's how they saw things, then very well. Accommodating personal feelings and encouragement was another method that cannot be disputed. It was a conflict of interest more than anything. With Otis's words of encouragement, Chunji decided it wasn't his business anymore. Since the 'leader' of this operation was more than capable of things, Chunji had no words of argument.

However, what the owl boy said before changed the Doctor's course of action.

'Very well.' A message from him came across through the connected mental web. Keeping his stoic guard up, Chunji casually passed off his fellow conspirators and started walking down the stage. Many of those who were vying for a seat came looking at him with expectations. Did they think that he went down to personally select them himself? No, Chunji gave off an icy impression if they got in his way and proceeded to head towards Rio's direction.

Oh, there was also the problem of the red-haired Levault from before. His mouth made out words for an incantation. For a moment, Chunji wondered if he should do anything. It didn't take long for Chunji to decide that someone else was better for the situation he was in. The knight seemed agitated by the presence of Levault, so the armored figure was probably going to do something about it. As he passed by the swarm of students, he gave the limbing girl a glancing look before returning his gaze to his destination.

Chunji looked down at the Rio and his unconscious friend. In an awkward silence, Chunji just stood there and said absolutely nothing for the next few seconds. Then he spoke up. "That's not how you wrap bandages." Kneeling down the two, Chunji performed a simple diagnosis over the elf's body. Multiple injuries all over her body, perhaps a fractured bone, and even a broken bone at worst. With that being said and done, Chunji went to perform basic first aid procedures.

Securing the bandages and applying disinfectant across the elf's injuries, next was to address the broken bones. Chunji wasn't equipped to handle such severe injuries, and his magic was insufficient. Despite this, his next actions were quick and precise without fail. Creating a makeshift splint, Chunji gently laid her down on the ground. It was easier on the body that way. After putting on the makeshift splint, he didn't turn to Rio but still spoke. "That should suffice until she gets further medical attention." The elf would still possibly suffer a concussion when she woke up, but that was all Chunji could do at the moment.

With that out of the way, he looked back to where Valen was. "I'd suggest utilizing your ethos at this moment. The man over there seems to have amused himself by casting a spell." A destructive one at that. Now that Chunji was out of position, the spell may harm him now that he was in range of it.

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Welp time to do my own thing now~

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Exactly. He has that pathethic type rizz that makes people want to take care of him.

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I guess Davil really does have that rizz huh.

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The minute Chunji was removed from the chair, a scowl immediately replaced his once blank face. Several thoughts circulated through his heads as he grabbed his the sheath of his sword. While he wasn't exhausted, that didn't mean he was incapable of fighting. His eyes trained throughout the darkness and located the shadow witch that manipulated the shadows. His ethos was still capable of tracking her down. All he needed was one small glimpse of a part of her body and he'd shove his sword through her-

The shadow witch's accomplice, from what he assumed, shook Chunji out of his contempt. Head up on to the stage? Considering the circumstances, Chunji was about to add the accomplice on his list of people to kill. The accomplice was uncompromising as the shadow witch was repulsive. Didn't offer a guarantee to a seat, but only made demands to the people around him. If mother and father were here, they'd praise the owl for taking advantage of the sitaution.

A few moments of pause before Chunji dropped his death glare. No matter how look at it, it'd was best to follow along with the owl boy's demands. If Chunji decided to fight, he'd be fighting at a disadvantage. Walking up onto the stage with his bandaged foot, he stood over the crowd as they crashed into the auditorium like a wave.

Of the many, Chunji recognized a few. Rio and the unconscious elf, Chloe, were there. Considering he had to carry deadweight around, Chunji couldn't say he was surprise to see him all battered up. Espescially with his display at the bridge, the bodyguard painted a target on his back. It was none of Chunji's concern though, it was only natural to observe previous opponents to see how they were doing. On the other hand the girl with the limp was still unscathed and smiling even. Chunji was considering using his ethos to see if the limp was just a ploy.

Then there was one that stood out from all the rest. An arrogant, scarlet hair man. Was he supposed to be notable? Gulliver supposedly came from a line of prestige and he ended devolving into a child throwing a tantrum. Chunji's opinion on 'nobility' had drastically dropped since then. That opinon was made worsened when Valen decided to summon a throne. Yes, it was best not to involve himself with nobility. That was a bridge that couldn't be built.

Something tapped into his mind, like what happened in battle, except it lingered. A web of connections that tied their thoughts together. Chunji in his same monotone attitude decided to add in his thoughts. 'The boy by the window.' That was all Chunji added before falling silent again. Whatever connection Rio had with the elf, it was strong enough for the young man to follow through and protect the elf. That sort of action provoked something within Chunji that he didn't bother naming.

With that out of the way, he noticed Davil faltering in his facade. Chunji didn't know when he had arrived, but it only happened when Gulliver was already out. The owl boy demanded perfection, so Chunji decided to carry that out. 'Casually' grabbing Davil by the shoulder, Chunji pressed his thumb onto one of boy's pressure point. "If you can't remain compose, don't bother becoming a student here." The words spoken in an apathetic were clean, cutting, yet quiet like a blade. "What's a hero who can't even face a crowd?" Not that Chunji would know what a hero actual was.

Letting go of Davil's shoulder, Chunji returned to holding onto his blade. If Davil displayed a trace of weakness, Chunji wasn't going to be lenient a second time.

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The young school girl sat to her formerly-presently-undetermined unconscious friend. After beating her down, Shun had realized that she may had gone a touch overboard. Her fellow students seemed to have the same opinion. At that moment, it seemed reasonable to Shun to try and knock some sense into Ayana. After everything they went through, it wouldn't surprised Shun that Ayana would be possessed by some sort of spirit from this otherworld.

Though Shun jumped when Ayana started to jump. Unfortunately, it seemed that there some screws loose in her head, but Shun didn't opt for violence as an option again. "Hehe, Ayana, are you alright?" The delivery was shaky, but the sincerity behind it was real. Shun stayed silent at the mention of rock paper scissors. Her face went red in embarrassment over that incident.

When Ayana opened her arms for a hug, Shun made sure to only hug with one arm. The reason being that Ayana probably hadn't fully recovered from the beating of a life time. "I'm glad you're back half-Ayana, half-not Ayana." Without delay, Shun took out some food. She had asked Kumi for some food earlier in the case that Ayana woke up. Now that she it was, Shun took it upon herself to be responsible for her recovery. Grabbing a spoonful of the food, she thrusted the utensil inside Ayana's mouth. After all, that's what friends were for right?

At the time, the rock Ayana was carrying around was picked up by Shun. Shun didn't know why Ayana had it, but it must have been important. Stowing it away into some part of her clothes, Shun was going to give it back to Ayana eventually. Since she didn't ask, Shun decided not to give it back. Her friend's health now was more important than an ordinary rock found on a field.

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ERODE will do be going for the power move.

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New second objective: Survive

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A veil of darkness swept through the auditorium. Chunji instinctively jumped back as the mannequin in front of him had suddenly disappeared into the mass of shadow. With his opponent now gone, Chunji tried to observe his surroundings once more. All he could see was the darkness and its appendages. It was clear to him that the one responsible for the shadowplay was the girl above him, though that didn't matter at the moment. From what he could make out, Gulliver was experiencing a breakdown to his psyche. Perhaps it was a contribution of stress and mana deficiency. Regardless, the other students were handling the situation, so he didn't pay it too much mind.

From what he could see, the auditorium's decorations had be more or less been destroyed by the fights. Splinters of wood, debris of stone, and shattered glass was all that remained. It was to be expected. The Knight's reckless charge made sure that at least the center row of the auditorum was completely destroyed. Dusting himself off, Chunji went off to search and sit down at any chairs that remained partially unscathed from the fight. That was after all their objective. Defeating Gulliver was optional.

Though despite that, Chunji didn't let down his guard. With Gulliver in the process of being subjudgated by the Knight the mannequins spread through the academy would fall limp. Students would storm into the auditorium and there were not enough chairs for them all, so a fight was bound to happen. Regardless, a respite from the fighting was much needed in currently. Retrieving his medical kit, Chunji began to treat his wounds.

Aside from the accumulating exhaustion, the wounds were rather moderate at the worst. If anything stepping on the wood chips on the floor was probably the most severe injury. Quickly disinfecting and bandaging that, the only fight that happened with him in the auditorium was the chef mannequin and even then he managed to avoid the worst of it. The owl boy, the shadow witch, the knight, and the marskwoman did their part for most part. And he did his.

Chunji took a deep breath and relaxed. The calm after the storm.

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Something pricked his mind, but Chunji didn't pay it any mind. The Knight had pulled out the replica of Gulliver from the Foreteller and all things broke loose. The light and darkness seemed to wage war on each other has a flash of light and a curtain of darkness kept contesting the area. It was disorientating with lights and shadow, but Chunji adapted to the situation. With everything said and done, his role seemed to be over for the time being. That was until a faint crush of wood crashed right beside him.

Another mannequin, but this was seemed much more powerful than the rest. Immediately, Chunji responded to it by blocking its kick with his blade. That was all he could do as the mannequin was a lot more agile, it's movements were a lot more odd. The constant fights, healing, and ethos usage were wearing down on the foreign student. However, with all things, this wouldn't be enough to stop him. With his eyes on the mannequin, his ethos peered inside the mannequin.

It had the same structure of the average mannequin, perhaps its core was slightly bigger, but that wasn't the purpose. Chunji studied the mannequin's movements. There was a pattern to every fighting style and this was no different. Unlike a human, a mannequin couldn't make observations on its opponent, only react to their actions. That was when Chunji made his move. He swung his blade at the mannequin but it only blocked it. He swung it again and it was blocked. Again and it was blocked.

Dodging the bull punches and striking in a state of repetition. Each strike hit the exact same place on the mannequin. His eyes told him that with every blow the wood began to weaken under the force of steel. Chunji raised his blade and the mannequin raised to block it. This time it was different. After all, Chunji put the full weight of his strength behind this strike. In one movement, Chunji shifted his stance. Ducking under the mannequin's next blow, he swung at the mannequin's weakened limb. Now behind the mannequin Chunji, without giving the mannequin a chance, swung his sword into its core. This was the end.