Christopher Martin
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“Now miss Asger, how do you feel about your time as a Guardian so far now that you’ve been one for almost a month now?” Jeff asks from his place seated on a comfortable reclining chair across a glass table from the wolf eared Guardian, a large window to his left and a set of cameras to his right. “Busy,” Scarlet answers with a single word, painting a picture of her personality much clearer than the forums and videos Jeff has seen over her on the internet. When he was first told that he’d be…-
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It takes five whole minutes for them to stop bantering. Five. Whole. Minutes. I groan to myself – internally, of course – before immediately perking up the moment they move on. “So how was your first week?” Belle asks everyone, having already introduced Denise to her suitemates during the bantering. And Denise, Emily, Michael, Bridget, Jessica, and Angel all answer back to back. “It was okay.” “Fine.” “No complaints here.” “Kind of exciting!” “Surprising.” “Okay…” They…
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I walk through the regular cafeteria full of a lot of unfamiliar faces, along with some that I vaguely recognize from the tournament – each of whom seem to be staring at me whenever I walk past them. Which makes me even more uncomfortable about going to this cafeteria than I had originally expected I’d be. But Belle is a Regular student and wanted to introduce us to her new friends over a meal, so there wasn’t much I could do but come. It takes me several minutes of wandering around the cafeteria…
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“I know you’re going to say no to me just like you did miss Wright, but I wanted to offer you my support in any situation where you may need it,” she says, not beating around the bush. “And this isn’t just because you saved both my life and the life of my daughter. It’s also because my daughter has taken quite the shine to you and will not stop talking about you.” The councilwoman glances at my ears as she says this, sending a shiver down my spine as I wrap my arms around myself, feeling…
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After making it to the vast faculty tower close to the center of the campus grounds, I navigate my way through the building hallways, occasionally nodding my head at people who pass by when they do the same to me until I eventually find myself standing in front of Viper’s office. And before I can even knock, the door opens for me and her voice echoes out of it, “Come in.” I walk inside, only to find myself in a room that I would never in a million years call an office. Because while it does have a…
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After an hour of Viper just describing each and every skill on the list – skills that are apparently commonplace for new Guardians and aren’t magic locked – she eventually moves onto a much more interesting topics. Skill etching. “Skill etching is doable only when a Guardian or contracted demon accomplishes an achievement so great in the eyes of the System that it deserves a skill etching slot, allowing the Guardian or demon to etch a skill into their very genes. Their DNA.” Viper says,…
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Viper narrows her eyes on the students walking into the classroom from her spot hidden just in the back corner of the lecture hall as she waits for one particular student to enter the class. Because no matter how much she tried, she could never catch Scarlet after she made it back to the campus grounds from her visit to the front lines. The girl was always either training, studying, or in class. Never free to speak. In the end, the Class IV Guardian ended up resorting to just waiting till the class she…
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The moment I activate the skill, I feel a faint stabbing pain spread throughout all of my body before blood literally drains from every single pore I have and flies to the ground next to me, building a faint copy of me, albeit covered in shadows and made up of blood so you can’t see any of my body’s features clearly. I barely manage to keep on my feet as the stabbing pain slowly fades, leaving me feeling weakened quite a bit from blood loss. After a few seconds of wobbling, I decide to just sit down…
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Honestly? Not sure. Maybe after I reach level fifty-five or level sixty. So not much longer. But I will still go ahead and join them for the first Fracture of each Assault, just to continue working on our teamwork. Yeah. They’ve helped me a lot, and I’m a little curious as to the rewards for winning the Interschool Tournament. I raise a brow in surprise before refocusing on controlling the sword as I answer, “One of the rewards for getting first place in one of the non-prime competitions during a…
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I nervously look around the classroom at the dozens upon dozens of empty seats, wondering to myself if I should just leave the class or not, only to let out a sigh when someone finally does walk into the class. When I first stepped into this classroom – the one meant for my Blood Magic class – I felt a little offput by the lack of anyone here. No students. No professor. No anyone. Now I can’t help but smile a little at the sight of another student entering the class. And the student themself also…
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