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They’re really just about to pull the Iris equivalent of the Black Flash xd.
Man, I'm starting to think mannequins are going to be a controversial topic for the group.
"I agree with Otis; you'd be a liability if you were to fight in your condition."
There wasn't any trace of sympathy or empathy for Davil's situation. A cold, hard truth that Davil would have to adjust to when talking to someone like Chunji. From Chunji's perspective, David wouldn't do anyone any favors. Not only was he injured, but Davil was possibly the weakest person in the classroom. He would be on par with Chloe if Chloe didn't have the grace of being gifted with a powerful Ethos. An Ethos that Davil currently lacked in both power and usability. What did he even use his Ethos on before class?
Chunji glanced towards the treeline and pointed out the archer was readying another arrow to shoot. "The mannequin's right there, around thirty degrees right and thirty feet on the tree from Ms. Nachtnebel." With that directive, it was time to 'analyze' Professor Alto. The vagueness of the command made it confusing for Chunji to infer. What did Otis want him to analyze? His strength? It was obvious that Alto was stronger and built more strongly than Rio.
A quick look at Chunji's Ethos told him the obvious. "Your body's healthy, Professor Alto," Chunji said as he looked over his professor. As expected, he was built, had scars, and his hands had callouses.
Chunji had no intention of challenging Alto at all. It was clear what the outcome was, even if Chunji gave it his all to fight Alto. With no further instruction from Otis, Chunji decided now was the best time to ask questions. "Professor Alto, what are the weaknesses of Personal Barrier? I'm sure that many people worldwide have devised methods to best bypass a standard barrier." Other than attacking the barrier until it broke, there were hundreds of thousands of people in the world; there had to be some to create ways to break down a Personal Barrier.
If it were Chunji, he'd expect that a curse or an emotional turbulence would bypass or weaken a Personal Barrier. Curses, in general, were hard to avoid. Curses came in all different kinds of forms, whether they were esoteric or exoteric. Someone would have needed to prepare a countermeasure to redirect the curse or purify it once it landed on them. Chunji didn't know the exact limitations of the Personal Barrier and whether or not it could block the curse from entering the body.
As for emotional turbulence, Personal Barriers were fueled by emotional essence or Nama. If the emotional essence were unstable, Chunji assumed that the same would go with the Personal Barrier. Barriers, in general, were meant to be 'stable' and 'protective' against threats that would bring destruction to life. If the barriers were fed fluctuating essence, the Personal Barriers would correlate to a weaker barrier if Chunji's conjecture was correct.
However, this adds more to the question of Personal Barriers. Can magic involved with healing bypass the barrier? Can the user personally select what is considered an 'attack?'
There wasn't any trace of sympathy or empathy for Davil's situation. A cold, hard truth that Davil would have to adjust to when talking to someone like Chunji. From Chunji's perspective, David wouldn't do anyone any favors. Not only was he injured, but Davil was possibly the weakest person in the classroom. He would be on par with Chloe if Chloe didn't have the grace of being gifted with a powerful Ethos. An Ethos that Davil currently lacked in both power and usability. What did he even use his Ethos on before class?
Chunji glanced towards the treeline and pointed out the archer was readying another arrow to shoot. "The mannequin's right there, around thirty degrees right and thirty feet on the tree from Ms. Nachtnebel." With that directive, it was time to 'analyze' Professor Alto. The vagueness of the command made it confusing for Chunji to infer. What did Otis want him to analyze? His strength? It was obvious that Alto was stronger and built more strongly than Rio.
A quick look at Chunji's Ethos told him the obvious. "Your body's healthy, Professor Alto," Chunji said as he looked over his professor. As expected, he was built, had scars, and his hands had callouses.
Chunji had no intention of challenging Alto at all. It was clear what the outcome was, even if Chunji gave it his all to fight Alto. With no further instruction from Otis, Chunji decided now was the best time to ask questions. "Professor Alto, what are the weaknesses of Personal Barrier? I'm sure that many people worldwide have devised methods to best bypass a standard barrier." Other than attacking the barrier until it broke, there were hundreds of thousands of people in the world; there had to be some to create ways to break down a Personal Barrier.
If it were Chunji, he'd expect that a curse or an emotional turbulence would bypass or weaken a Personal Barrier. Curses, in general, were hard to avoid. Curses came in all different kinds of forms, whether they were esoteric or exoteric. Someone would have needed to prepare a countermeasure to redirect the curse or purify it once it landed on them. Chunji didn't know the exact limitations of the Personal Barrier and whether or not it could block the curse from entering the body.
As for emotional turbulence, Personal Barriers were fueled by emotional essence or Nama. If the emotional essence were unstable, Chunji assumed that the same would go with the Personal Barrier. Barriers, in general, were meant to be 'stable' and 'protective' against threats that would bring destruction to life. If the barriers were fed fluctuating essence, the Personal Barriers would correlate to a weaker barrier if Chunji's conjecture was correct.
However, this adds more to the question of Personal Barriers. Can magic involved with healing bypass the barrier? Can the user personally select what is considered an 'attack?'
Chunji’s going to use ethos on the archer and Professor Alto.
Then it’s time some talk action while the gang does everything else. Lucky I get to do nothing.
Then it’s time some talk action while the gang does everything else. Lucky I get to do nothing.
I'll let everyone else cook for once. I have an idea what I might do, but I'll wait.
Victory flooded Shun's senses. Two enemies, the ones the main perpetrators of Yuudai's death, were down for the count. The wind whirled around her as she entered a freefall back to the ground. There were two left; she could do this. All she needed to do was feast on the corpse and prepare herself once more. Yes, it was just that simple-
In an instant, a blur. If Shun hadn't been so used to moving at lightspeed, she might have missed it and instinctively threw her arms up in a guard. A nostalgic feeling rose as she saw a familiar bladed tail descend onto her arms. She had remembered this kind of scenario before; her arms survived a blow like this. It wasn't-
Pain
Shun's body landed on top of the hulkaphant's decapitated head. Oddly enough, she felt no pain as she struggled to get up. Her vision started to blur, and her senses started to feel faint. Red colored her once peach skin and fertilized the grass below her. So, she was dying. A calm, cold fact that registered deep into Shun's psyche.
A small smile grew on her face as she lay in front of the decapitated head.
A decapitated head
Laid straight in front of me
Mirrors my future and those around me
What wonderful haiku. Even if it didn't fit the rules, Shun could call it whatever she wanted. Yuudai's dead, nobody would care, and she was the clown of her world.
And she was going to make her last performance a banger.
Her arms impaled through the sockets of the hulkaphant. Consuming them as fast as she retrieved them, her body flew right up. "HEADS UP!" Throwing the decapitated head at the longtail, Shun got right back up. Her legs burned, and her arms were numb, but the car wouldn't stop until it crashed and burned.
The same scenario would play out: the longtail would just slash through the head, but she wasn't going to go after him. In her peripheral, the wolf bear was coming in fast. If it was a race, she couldn't be beat. Running straight at the wolf bear, she rolled under its swipe and was in position.
Curled in a ball, legs tucked in, arms folded, Shun activated Overdrive. It was a brief moment, but she learned how her speed worked. As she was propelled forward, an opposing force was also against her. Shun's arms were sacrificed last time, but she wouldn't use them.
Her back was going to be one to suffer the consequences.
At the angle below the beast, Shun was in the position to not only hit the wolf bear but also the short tail. This was her last Overdrive, her last move, her final breath.
A shun-sized cannonball raced straight toward the wolf-bear. All remaining energy was burned into this exact moment. It was an action that didn't consider the past or future but the present in front of her. A present where she would laugh amongst the corpses of those who didn't understand what a haiku was.
In an instant, a blur. If Shun hadn't been so used to moving at lightspeed, she might have missed it and instinctively threw her arms up in a guard. A nostalgic feeling rose as she saw a familiar bladed tail descend onto her arms. She had remembered this kind of scenario before; her arms survived a blow like this. It wasn't-
Pain
Shun's body landed on top of the hulkaphant's decapitated head. Oddly enough, she felt no pain as she struggled to get up. Her vision started to blur, and her senses started to feel faint. Red colored her once peach skin and fertilized the grass below her. So, she was dying. A calm, cold fact that registered deep into Shun's psyche.
A small smile grew on her face as she lay in front of the decapitated head.
A decapitated head
Laid straight in front of me
Mirrors my future and those around me
What wonderful haiku. Even if it didn't fit the rules, Shun could call it whatever she wanted. Yuudai's dead, nobody would care, and she was the clown of her world.
And she was going to make her last performance a banger.
Her arms impaled through the sockets of the hulkaphant. Consuming them as fast as she retrieved them, her body flew right up. "HEADS UP!" Throwing the decapitated head at the longtail, Shun got right back up. Her legs burned, and her arms were numb, but the car wouldn't stop until it crashed and burned.
The same scenario would play out: the longtail would just slash through the head, but she wasn't going to go after him. In her peripheral, the wolf bear was coming in fast. If it was a race, she couldn't be beat. Running straight at the wolf bear, she rolled under its swipe and was in position.
Curled in a ball, legs tucked in, arms folded, Shun activated Overdrive. It was a brief moment, but she learned how her speed worked. As she was propelled forward, an opposing force was also against her. Shun's arms were sacrificed last time, but she wouldn't use them.
Her back was going to be one to suffer the consequences.
At the angle below the beast, Shun was in the position to not only hit the wolf bear but also the short tail. This was her last Overdrive, her last move, her final breath.
A shun-sized cannonball raced straight toward the wolf-bear. All remaining energy was burned into this exact moment. It was an action that didn't consider the past or future but the present in front of her. A present where she would laugh amongst the corpses of those who didn't understand what a haiku was.
The party when they watch Ciara just run in while saying her ethos incantation backwards.
Cut off your left arm and kowtow a thousand times for your disrespect, junior.
This junior shall pay for insolence with his life.
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