Haha

Edge of Darkness | Pokemon

I voted for Sinnoh because I am in love with Cynthia and my character is from Snowpoint.

A Champion/Elite-Four Centered Pokemon RP!

I’m fluid, I can do both.

A Champion/Elite-Four Centered Pokemon RP!

Depending on what region we end up getting I’ll end up applying:
• Psychic/Rock
• Ghost/Steel
• Fairy/Grass

A Champion/Elite-Four Centered Pokemon RP!

I like to live dangerously.

A Champion/Elite-Four Centered Pokemon RP!

Already working on a character sheet.

A Champion/Elite-Four Centered Pokemon RP!

I can toss some interest at this.

Reborn: Coming of Calamity

ᴬ ᴺ ᴺ ᴬ ᴸ ᴱ ᴱ

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𝙂 𝙚 𝙣 𝙚 𝙧 𝙖 𝙡 𝙄 𝙣 𝙛 𝙤

𝙍 𝙖 𝙘 𝙚 — 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙛-𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙛

𝙋 𝙚 𝙧 𝙨 𝙤 𝙣 𝙖 𝙡 𝙞 𝙩 𝙮 — ^{Nal is a difficult girl. Since an early age she has been known to have a domineering personality, often being called bossy or oppressive. It could be said that she is overwhelming, her strong personality struggled to blend well with others and more often than not she would take offense when those around her would try to pry that power from her cold-hearted hands. Yes, she is a control freak, in every sense of the word - perhaps it was a complex developed early in life, or maybe she was born this way, but regardless of the reason she just needs to have some hand in everything that affects her. She does not go with the flow, she spits in the flow’s face and tells it to rot in the pits of Gehenna for all she cared! Anyway, she is also quite knowledgable - not genius level intellect but she graduated with high marks, and even got a full tuition scholarship right out of high school. Her passions lied in writing more than anything, and wished to be journalist before her untimely death.}

𝙃 𝙚 𝙧 𝙎 𝙩 𝙤 𝙧 𝙮 —

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<sup>Ah, Miami - enough sunlight to afflict an entire population with a health case of silliness cancer. It’s also known for its lively areas full of clubs, the bustling street life, beautiful beaches, great food, and lastly but of the most importance to you the reader “the crime”. Annalee was born in West End, which, was by no means an area filled with gang violence and drug deals like some other areas - but it was an area with money. Nal’s father was a Vietnamese Chef by trade, not a pseudo-chef, that hard working man went to culinary school late and everything. He wasn’t famous, but he made a name for himself in the area, and his restaurant “Pho-netic” even had a few articles written about it to some decent recognition. Papa was smart and took full advantage of the spotlight and marketed his restaurant well, targeted mostly the younger demographic by putting things like Gamecubes inside the restaurant.

Nal loved her dad, she loved her mom too - but her dad was such a cool and memorable character in her life that he really stood out way more. He pushed her since a young age to do her best and never settle, which he intended to be more of driving force for his daughter’s success but really it just gave her anxiety. Like two anvils placed upon each shoulder, Nal felt the weight of expectations, though most of that load was created by her own psyche - she still cracked a bit under this pressure and it turned the girl bitter towards any who she deemed would drag her down. She remembered how happy her father was when being interviewed by reporters and panelists, and even though they just wanted information on his establishment they made sure to positively embellish their trip every time. One lied about how long it took papa to prepare the broth for the Pho, one said that he was born in Hanoi. But nonetheless, he enjoyed the attention and the publicity they offered his establishment.

Nal’s dream throughout her school life was to become like those people, strangely, and she would strive for that goal without anyone’s influence or opinion drawing her away. She even developed a complex on interviewing people, which in her high school would be hated by many. She was nosy, controlling, and annoyingly persistent, which in combination with her front in the school newspaper, was a recipe for disaster at her school. She wasn’t quite “bullied” rather, she was a useful asset that could be used when people needed help - you would simply need to extinguish all control to her during a school project and she would happily take the full brunt of work upon herself or delegate you when needed. But she was outcasted, never invited to social gatherings, and often forgotten by many despite her contributions to the school itself. It wasn’t til after high school that her life would take a dark turn. It was a cold February day ~ everywhere else on the planet except Florida. Nal had been walking home from college since it was only a thirty-to-forty minute trip on foot. On her way she would bump into an old classmate clad in a black hoodie, pants, and some off-white shoes. Thinking nothing of the interaction she made small talk with the former acquainted before continuing on her way - which, I said she was bright but the young man’s demeanor did not tip the naive Nal’s self preservation off in the slightest. He held a grudge about something, staked her down in the dark, and stabbed her in the light and left her to die. What a quick - uneventful death.</sup>

𝙋 𝙝 𝙮 𝙨 𝙞 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 𝙏 𝙧 𝙖 𝙞 𝙩 𝙨 — ^{Annalee does not remember being this short in her past life, she stands at a lowly 4’6” and she doesn’t think there’s any time left to grow in this body. Her figure is petite but not childish, or not too childish it seems. Complexion and facial structure would be a creamy peach skin tone upon a feminine face that is quite rounded and cute with pinkish cheeks and button nose. She’s seemingly human, but also has traces of dwarven DNA running through her it seems by her size and sturdiness. But luckily, that human face remained cute - refined - no wait that’s just a facade she’s definitely unhinged. But she holds herself with dignity, her light-brown hair is neatly brushed and a service hat is tautly places stop her head. She wears a cute little uniform getup in shades of red-purple shades and white. Along with this outfit is silky white gloves neatly placed upon her hands, which she fixes and readjusts all the time - she never wore gloves before this reincarnation thing. Also, strapped at her waist is a book on each side, one is black and ruined and looks pretty edgy - the other is a simple brown leather tome with a purple gem fashioned to its face.}

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𝘼𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 & 𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

ʙ ʟ ᴇ s s ɪ ɴ ɢ — ^{The Book of Belial}

Master of Lies

Structure • The fundamentals of this tome’s abilities lies within the art of deception. Once held by the demon lord dubbed “The Grand Deceiver” it is capable of the highest tiers of illusory magic unseen and unheard of for generations. What this entails is complete control over one’s perception upon the object the spell has targeted, limited purely by the users mana factoring into the duration in which it lasts. The true strength of the Blessing lies in the difficult to detect its deception, even some of greatest mages throughout the kingdoms would be fooled by the Deceiver’s lies, though high-tier users of old magic may be able to sense something amuck.

Practicality • While it is the blessing endowed upon her by the entity that brought Nal to this world, that does not mean that this gift can be used thoughtlessly. Nal was brought into this setting with decent mana reserves within her body - but she is not some ungodly bank of mana that others may be. The Book fo Belial is incredibly taxing on her to utilize, and as such - it is only to be used in emergencies or predicaments in which Nal feels the need to whip out her trump card is absolutely necessary. The Book of Belial does indeed hold a number of other spells that she can not yet read or utilize like שתיקה, and שכל נפש.

s ᴘ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴄ ʀ ᴀ ғ ᴛ — ^{Tenebris Magia}

AnnalsofAnnalee

Accumulative Knowledge • This is an archaic enchantment that has been placed upon the book of Tenebris Magia. The spell works like a backlog of different enemies and creatures it’s owner has encountered, as information is gathered on these subjects it is stored within the aether or the magic itself and the spell grows stronger. This is then utilized by drawing the ability on an enemy that Nal has experienced in the past - the spell remembers their strengths & weaknesses and upon activation can actually further expose them. For instance, if she were to have come across a Green Slime which was fully resistant to all magics but fire, the book would cause a combustion. The offensive use of Accumulative Knowledge is not that great, but it is a strong support skill.

Encumbering Will • This dark magic is one that is scaled by the user’s ego. Manifest Will is the offensive aura created out of a mage’s will - and as this is case by case, the effects vary from person to person. Nal’s spell takes the form of “Encumbering Will” and as the spell is cast, a pulse of muddied grey mana is exhumed from her being within a large radius and those hit by the incantation will fall under some - or all of these effects. Most creatures, weak and strong, would feel a strong sense of annoyance - nearly enough to cause man and creature alike to groan or complain. Some would feel a sense of overbearing weight on their shoulders, stress on the body so extreme that it would feel draining to even move, others only slightly enough to feel tension through their body. But for those of an extremely weak will, dread, loss of purpose, and severe depression would sink in to their mind.

Menos um Tenebria • The spell Nal will typically default to for offensive use in and out of combat is Menos um Tenebria, translating from the spell book to “Instructions of Darkness” - the incantation for this combative spell is strange in that it channeled from the pages over time as Nal reads from them and the longer the channeling lasts the stronger the spell is. The effects of said spell are basically the creation of violet projectiles of mana produced from the book that are fired constantly towards the enemy. They start out small and weak - being roughly the size of a baseball when starting, but grow over the spells length causing them to grow more dangerous and larger.

ᴍ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴀ ʟ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ s — ^{Combat Scholar}

Literally Uses a Book

The combative skills of this scholar are actually quite unusual - though, even more strange is the effectiveness. Nal uses her spellbook collaboratively with her bare hands in melee combat. The two tomes will unlatch themselves from her waist and begin to float to life rotating around her, they can be used in a number of ways including literally flinging themselves at an opponent - even having pages tear from the books and floating about to disorient her opponent. As for her actual physical combative skills, the small girl is much stronger than she looks. The small figure hides the sturdiness of dwarven blood, her blows range from open palmed strikes to devastating fists, her stance is grounded and stable, her advance is slow and unstoppable. Despite not being burdened by armaments, Nal's speed is not the greatest and thus she prefers to fight defensively and not move around too much.

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

тнe тιмe вeɢιɴѕ тo тιcĸ

_{Bright Sky, Hidden By Rainclouds}

@OwO@Yankee@Vocab@Aviaire@Cu Chulainn

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<sup>The Storm Pillar bowed respectfully as the other pillars began to exit his estate, his eyes darted between his students as they made their way to the doors. He sensed an unwanted intruder for a moment near the Love Pillar, though this sensation was short-lived, like a cat the old man’s hair stood up with rage. But it was quickly quelled, outbursts would need to wait till they were all gone-

“These god-damned kids and their short-sighted thinking! I can’t believe this, Kuuto! I want you to go to the River Estate, there should be evidence there! If the Spirit’s birdies are there pay them no mind, and if they give you shit, stand your ground with force if necessary.” Minatozaki’s eyes were red with anger, glossed over at the thought of this whole situation- if it were possible steam would blow out from his nostrils and storm cloud would develop over his head.

There was also the matter of the Fortune Pillar not showing up. He was never punctual, but him not appearing to the summit could have meant that he had also defected from the Corps. But even the Storm Pillar knew that jumping to conclusions like this was not the right way to go about it- instead he would extinguish those thoughts and handle this matter himself. After his tsuguko left under his own orders, he would make his own venture to that damned punk’s estate and give him a piece of his mind in person.

“Also, bring a cage with you- I would like to acquire as many of those damned crows as possible before they all begin to flee for the Ubuyashiki Estate. Take them by force if you need to, they will be a vital resource going forward. And again if the Spirits give you any issues- show them what a Thunder Tsuguko is made of. Understood?” Storm Grandpa was always this opportunistic, that was how he got to the position he was in after all.

And, as all of his disciples had been delegated to their tasks and dismissed from his presence- the Storm Pillar took a deep breath and made his way towards the southernmost stairway leading to the next floor up. It was here that his office was located, littered with paperwork strewn across every inch of the room. He would eventually make his way to a large oaken desk where he sat at upon the chair tucked beneath it and mulled over the constant strife that burdened the corps. Maybe this was where all of the pillar’s anger rooted from, or perhaps it was his peers that died at the hands of demons- either or. But the most notable document upon his desk was that of a large manuscript with the Imperial Symbol stamped atop the paper, a letter from the general once again, and the offer ached upon Minatozaki’s mind.

Then on another front, ten newly anointed demon slayers quietly marched towards the Sea Pillar Estate with bleak expressions. They slumped, they avoided contact between eachother, and just continued their advance towards what looked like a Seaside Vacation Spot more than anything. But that was of course not the case- and while they did just experience their greatest challenge yet, more would soon come. A few of the Sea Pillar's trusted underlings would await their arrival near the front gates, but their greeting would be fully in the hands of the establishment's master.

"There's no reason for me to be alive anymore." A younger, skinny trainee quietly spoke- breaking the silence as he feet met the first steps of the establishment's entrance.

"Shut the hell up and keep walking. At least you had your family around for longer than most of us." Snapped another, this one a more angry looking fellow with a buzzcut.

"If you guys don't shut up, I'll kill you all." Barked a female, shock-blonde hair too yellow to look at directly in sunlight. Luckily, it was still stormy outside.

A crow for Maria would soon arrive with a parchment from the Spirit Estate pertaining to evidence that demons are attempting to create some form of safe haven in the northeastern regions of Japan. The exact location has not been fully disclosed - as information always goes. This was crops ripe for the reaping for any within her midst that wished to get some blood on their hands as while these demons are said to still be eating humans, there's the possibility that someone from that organization may be there. Perhaps it would be useful to have some of Fushigi's scouts accompany them? Or maybe she simply wished to send out her filthy gaijin giant to assist her underlings in the venture to that region.

Saburou had quite a bit of his own drama going on. Someone leaking information from within his own estate would have been unheard of before today, perhaps there really was an uprising that slipped beneath all of their collective cognition and had grown into something that was no longer able to be dealt with? The intel he would receive would state that this person was stealthy enough to leave no trace of their tampering - and as well as avoid any of the scouts sent by the Spirit Estate on a number of the routes over an extensive period of time. This mole was skilled, and it was likely that it was someone directly under Saburou himself.

And then there's the case with that damned punk ass Fortune Pillar who didn't even have the decency to attend such an urgent meeting. The Storm Pillar would be making his way to their estate, though not today - as there were other needs to be tended to. But what exactly had the Fortune Pillar been doing that was more important than attending a summit of all the pillars to discuss treason and defection within the corps itself?</sup>

_{9 P.M: Bright Sky, Hidden By Rainclouds}

@addamas

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<sup>”You’re right, I apologize.. perhaps I’m still a bit shaken up.” The student’s sunken eyes looked back to the River Pillar’s student apologetically. It was clear that the wounded man was exhausted - he probably wouldn’t last much longer.

"You know how it is, people can’t ever be happy with their current situation. That’s why old man Minatozaki is gunna end up dying soon. Anyway - we are here." The River Pillar drew his oversized sword from the saya at his back and gracefully slashed through the last few bits of overgrowth that barred their way. If demons had not existed the sight before them would draw one word to mind, unbelievable, it was a single medium sized dwelling surrounded by a barrier of water? It was strange, fish even seemed to reside within the crystal clear liquid that protected the location from intruders.

Sitting on the porch of the humble abode was an adult figure with very-very long black hair that nearly reached the floor. They were dressed in a blue-white Yukata with wouldn’t you know it “fish” artfully decorated upon its design. He did not acknowledge the group of people, or perhaps the barrier would prevent him from noticing them at all. Nonetheless, Tamagawa with his sword in hand would clasp it with two hands and entering his breathing trance. His feet dug deep into the soil below as form was produced into his posture, raising the sword high above his head before quickly pressing from the earth in a might leap towards the barrier.

“Tenth Current — Aisomegawa”

Quickly his sword would be brought down with masterful precision, the blade split through the water and in the blade’s wake the liquid splashed out vigorously towards the River Pillar. But even so, the barrier simply absorbed the force of the blow and dispersed it outwards to be distributed throughout the rest of its body. Tamagawa would then land once again into the moist soil below. Something else would catch the rather air headed pillar off guard - the rain had stopped?

"Did you just notice the rain stopped? My - my, despite your strength and skill I believe this student is more perceptive than you.</sup>

Reborn: Coming of Calamity [Isekai adventure]

ᴬ ᴺ ᴺ ᴬ ᴸ ᴱ ᴱ

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𝙂 𝙚 𝙣 𝙚 𝙧 𝙖 𝙡 𝙄 𝙣 𝙛 𝙤

𝙍 𝙖 𝙘 𝙚 — 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙛-𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙛

𝙋 𝙚 𝙧 𝙨 𝙤 𝙣 𝙖 𝙡 𝙞 𝙩 𝙮 — ^{Nal is a difficult girl. Since an early age she has been known to have a domineering personality, often being called bossy or oppressive. It could be said that she is overwhelming, her strong personality struggled to blend well with others and more often than not she would take offense when those around her would try to pry that power from her cold-hearted hands. Yes, she is a control freak, in every sense of the word - perhaps it was a complex developed early in life, or maybe she was born this way, but regardless of the reason she just needs to have some hand in everything that affects her. She does not go with the flow, she spits in the flow’s face and tells it to rot in the pits of Gehenna for all she cared! Anyway, she is also quite knowledgable - not genius level intellect but she graduated with high marks, and even got a full tuition scholarship right out of high school. Her passions lied in writing more than anything, and wished to be journalist before her untimely death.}

𝙃 𝙚 𝙧 𝙎 𝙩 𝙤 𝙧 𝙮 —

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<sup>Ah, Miami - enough sunlight to afflict an entire population with a health case of silliness cancer. It’s also known for its lively areas full of clubs, the bustling street life, beautiful beaches, great food, and lastly but of the most importance to you the reader “the crime”. Annalee was born in West End, which, was by no means an area filled with gang violence and drug deals like some other areas - but it was an area with money. Nal’s father was a Vietnamese Chef by trade, not a pseudo-chef, that hard working man went to culinary school late and everything. He wasn’t famous, but he made a name for himself in the area, and his restaurant “Pho-netic” even had a few articles written about it to some decent recognition. Papa was smart and took full advantage of the spotlight and marketed his restaurant well, targeted mostly the younger demographic by putting things like Gamecubes inside the restaurant.

Nal loved her dad, she loved her mom too - but her dad was such a cool and memorable character in her life that he really stood out way more. He pushed her since a young age to do her best and never settle, which he intended to be more of driving force for his daughter’s success but really it just gave her anxiety. Like two anvils placed upon each shoulder, Nal felt the weight of expectations, though most of that load was created by her own psyche - she still cracked a bit under this pressure and it turned the girl bitter towards any who she deemed would drag her down. She remembered how happy her father was when being interviewed by reporters and panelists, and even though they just wanted information on his establishment they made sure to positively embellish their trip every time. One lied about how long it took papa to prepare the broth for the Pho, one said that he was born in Hanoi. But nonetheless, he enjoyed the attention and the publicity they offered his establishment.

Nal’s dream throughout her school life was to become like those people, strangely, and she would strive for that goal without anyone’s influence or opinion drawing her away. She even developed a complex on interviewing people, which in her high school would be hated by many. She was nosy, controlling, and annoyingly persistent, which in combination with her front in the school newspaper, was a recipe for disaster at her school. She wasn’t quite “bullied” rather, she was a useful asset that could be used when people needed help - you would simply need to extinguish all control to her during a school project and she would happily take the full brunt of work upon herself or delegate you when needed. But she was outcasted, never invited to social gatherings, and often forgotten by many despite her contributions to the school itself. It wasn’t til after high school that her life would take a dark turn. It was a cold February day ~ everywhere else on the planet except Florida. Nal had been walking home from college since it was only a thirty-to-forty minute trip on foot. On her way she would bump into an old classmate clad in a black hoodie, pants, and some off-white shoes. Thinking nothing of the interaction she made small talk with the former acquainted before continuing on her way - which, I said she was bright but the young man’s demeanor did not tip the naive Nal’s self preservation off in the slightest. He held a grudge about something, staked her down in the dark, and stabbed her in the light and left her to die. What a quick - uneventful death.</sup>

𝙋 𝙝 𝙮 𝙨 𝙞 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 𝙏 𝙧 𝙖 𝙞 𝙩 𝙨 — ^{Annalee does not remember being this short in her past life, she stands at a lowly 4’6” and she doesn’t think there’s any time left to grow in this body. Her figure is petite but not childish, or not too childish it seems. Complexion and facial structure would be a creamy peach skin tone upon a feminine face that is quite rounded and cute with pinkish cheeks and button nose. She’s seemingly human, but also has traces of dwarven DNA running through her it seems by her size and sturdiness. But luckily, that human face remained cute - refined - no wait that’s just a facade she’s definitely unhinged. But she holds herself with dignity, her light-brown hair is neatly brushed and a service hat is tautly places stop her head. She wears a cute little uniform getup in shades of red-purple shades and white. Along with this outfit is silky white gloves neatly placed upon her hands, which she fixes and readjusts all the time - she never wore gloves before this reincarnation thing. Also, strapped at her waist is a book on each side, one is black and ruined and looks pretty edgy - the other is a simple brown leather tome with a purple gem fashioned to its face.}

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𝘼𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 & 𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

ʙ ʟ ᴇ s s ɪ ɴ ɢ — ^{The Book of Belial}

Master of Lies

Structure • The fundamentals of this tome’s abilities lies within the art of deception. Once held by the demon lord dubbed “The Grand Deceiver” it is capable of the highest tiers of illusory magic unseen and unheard of for generations. What this entails is complete control over one’s perception upon the object the spell has targeted, limited purely by the users mana factoring into the duration in which it lasts. The true strength of the Blessing lies in the difficult to detect its deception, even some of greatest mages throughout the kingdoms would be fooled by the Deceiver’s lies, though high-tier users of old magic may be able to sense something amuck.

Practicality • While it is the blessing endowed upon her by the entity that brought Nal to this world, that does not mean that this gift can be used thoughtlessly. Nal was brought into this setting with decent mana reserves within her body - but she is not some ungodly bank of mana that others may be. The Book fo Belial is incredibly taxing on her to utilize, and as such - it is only to be used in emergencies or predicaments in which Nal feels the need to whip out her trump card is absolutely necessary. The Book of Belial does indeed hold a number of other spells that she can not yet read or utilize like שתיקה, and שכל נפש.

s ᴘ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴄ ʀ ᴀ ғ ᴛ — ^{Tenebris Magia}

AnnalsofAnnalee

Accumulative Knowledge • This is an archaic enchantment that has been placed upon the book of Tenebris Magia. The spell works like a backlog of different enemies and creatures it’s owner has encountered, as information is gathered on these subjects it is stored within the aether or the magic itself and the spell grows stronger. This is then utilized by drawing the ability on an enemy that Nal has experienced in the past - the spell remembers their strengths & weaknesses and upon activation can actually further expose them. For instance, if she were to have come across a Green Slime which was fully resistant to all magics but fire, the book would cause a combustion. The offensive use of Accumulative Knowledge is not that great, but it is a strong support skill.

Encumbering Will • This dark magic is one that is scaled by the user’s ego. Manifest Will is the offensive aura created out of a mage’s will - and as this is case by case, the effects vary from person to person. Nal’s spell takes the form of “Encumbering Will” and as the spell is cast, a pulse of muddied grey mana is exhumed from her being within a large radius and those hit by the incantation will fall under some - or all of these effects. Most creatures, weak and strong, would feel a strong sense of annoyance - nearly enough to cause man and creature alike to groan or complain. Some would feel a sense of overbearing weight on their shoulders, stress on the body so extreme that it would feel draining to even move, others only slightly enough to feel tension through their body. But for those of an extremely weak will, dread, loss of purpose, and severe depression would sink in to their mind.

Menos um Tenebria • The spell Nal will typically default to for offensive use in and out of combat is Menos um Tenebria, translating from the spell book to “Instructions of Darkness” - the incantation for this combative spell is strange in that it channeled from the pages of the time as Nal reads from them and the longer the channeling lasts the stronger the spell is. The effects of said spell are basically the creation of violet projectiles of mana produced from the book that are fired constantly towards the enemy. They start out small and weak - being roughly the size of a baseball when starting, but grow over the spells length causing them to grow more dangerous and larger.

ᴍ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴀ ʟ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ s — ^{Smacking With Book Style}

Literally Uses a Book

More memes.

Reborn: Coming of Calamity [Isekai adventure]