Entertain the patients [Job | Solo]

There was something that smelled different in the air. The air coming from the lively streets of the City of Festivals, also known as Magnolia Town, had dramatically changed since Mizark entered a certain building in the city. The aroma that previously filled his nostrils, which was full of cotton sugar, delicious meals from restaurants, and the sweat of people, was now changed to one that he did not feel comfortable in. The previous ambient was cheerful, happy; this one was just... depressing. It smelled like medicines, sickness, and antiseptics... The smell of a hospital. The Kiir had certainly never been in one of those before, given than during his childhood, Azazel had taken care of him quite well, helping him in his direst times and ensuring that he had everything he needed. However, watching that kind of place was quite discouraging for the Raging Demon's foster son. Who in the world would like being in a hospital, either way? Absolutely nobody.

The Demon Fist Magic user slowly made his way towards the counter as he pondered the possibilities. Why in the world had he taken that request? Not only it brought him to Magnolia Town once more, which was not precisely close to Eclipse Soul, the Guild he was affiliated with, but it also involved him having to entertain children. While, of course, he would love doing so, he cursed himself for having picked that job instead of having someone else choose it. For example, that woman, Alye, would've made a much more fitting pick for that request, since her weather control magic was far more showy than his Onisatsuken Magic. His was just only enhanced martial arts... no, he should not think like that. The last time that thought had crossed his mind when he was little, he had been chased all around the cave by his foster father, who kept screaming about how its true potential was unknown to a god-damn child. While this served to motivate Mizark, in the end, it just was not the show those children needed, although maybe he could do something different...

Thus, the Kiir reached the counter in which he was asked what could he be assisted with. The ripped teenager looked at the receptionist and asked her where could he find the ill children he was supposed to entertain using his skills as a wizard. It worked like a charm, for the woman in charge of the reception just took him and pointed him towards a room in which the sick were waiting for him, all with expressions of thrill and, perhaps, a little... hope? Why would they have their sights set so high for a simple D-Rank wizard that was just coming to make a small representation? As far as Mizark was concerned, it made little to no sense whatsoever, but then again, he had also been in awe of even the weakest of mages when he was young. Now that he was one, perhaps it was just about time to return those sentiments? He was unsure of it, but as he opened the door, they all greeted him with a sincere, yet tired smile.

It was little time before all the children waved him hello with a plethora of screams and yells, showing their excitement towards the wizard that would perform for them. By performing, they obviously meant him showing his magic to them, something he was willing to do to an extent, given the traits of his powers. He could only wonder one thing as he entered the room... would his other personality, the one the Onisatsuken Magic created in order to suit the user to the carnage of battle, appear in that occasion, even if it was not a full-fledged battle? Did the negative aspects of his magic also play out when he was just showing a group of small, sick children a little bit of what he had attained over his years with Azazel? The questions were starting to pile up on his mind once again, but now it was not the time to be dubitative. Instead, he smiled at the humongous group of underaged patients that were awaiting for him to begin. He guessed it would be good to introduce himself first...

The late teenager rolled his tongue once before looking at the plethora of young boys and girls that were awaiting for him to speak. Finally, his lips opened. He certainly was not ready for this, so he stuttered even more than usual... hopefully he would not be told anything, since he did not know how he'd react in that situation. Mizark had been too isolated from human contact for almost seven years, so it was to be expected that he would not be able to handle such a situation. Talking in public was definitely not his thing, being a leader was not too. If anything, he'd be okay forming part of a team, being the fist, but letting someone else be the face, or the negotiator. He took a deep breath before he fixed his pitch black gaze to the wall of the room, avoiding all sorts of eye contact. -H-Hello. My n-name is... Mizark Kiir, and I'm a wizard from Eclipse S-Soul. I guess today I'll show you a little of how my magic works...

As he spoke, the young nurses looked at him with a small smile planted on their lips. He did not seem to be that bad of a boy, even if his aspect intimidated a little bit given his strong frame, due to both his training and his constitution. Without further ado, the children cheered once again for him, so he would get down to business in that very instant. First, he would ask them some questions about everything revolving magic... -A-Alright. You have probably seen many types of magic everywhere... at school, in magazines, even Lacrimas themselves. So I want to ask you... w-what's your f-favorite type of m-magic? -the boy said, his speech stuttering a little more once again. Mizark mentally cursed himself because of it, but at that moment it was not the time. He would then await for the answers, which would come right afterwards, but before he did so, his eyes sought the approval coming from one of the main nurses, who nodded, as if telling him that he had done well so far. A little more relieved, the Kiir allowed himself to focus on the spectacle, rather on how nervous he was. He owed those children, after all.

Once the question had been shot, the kids did not take long to retort to it. One of them muttered it a little shyly, but it was enough for the jet black haired teenager to hear.
-I-I like... Molding Magic... it's really cool because it lets you make everything you want... -he said, making Mizark nod. That was true, and it was precisely why it was a pain in the groin to fight against an Element-Make Wizard. Their ability to practically shove anything on your way so you would not get near them... ugh. It was nothing that he enjoyed fighting. Then, another one spoke as well, albeit far more decided than the first one.

-Dragon Slayer Magic, of course! Lost Magics are always the best, they are incredibly powerful! And they could kill dragons with ease... what's not to like? -he stated, quite fond of his own opinion. Mizark listened intently to the rest of the children's comments about it, and he thought that they'd be quite disappointed with his magic... but, hey. Perhaps they'd enjoy him showing them a type of magic they had probably never seen before.

For he had never heard of any other user of Demon Fist Magic apart from himself and his foster father.

Mizark, once everyone had had the turn to speak their opinions on the matter, scratched the back of his head. Their preferred magics were, of course, quite cool and powerful. He had even heard of some of his guild's higher ranked mage's, although that was to be expected. He cleared his throat once before speaking once again, plunging in the sensation of being self-conscious, but having to introduce his own type of Magic. Embarrasing, to say the least, isn't it? -Well... my magic is nothing like that. I actually don't think you've heard of it before... it's something that very few people actually use.

-So is it a Lost Magic? Cool! -one of the boys stated.
-Er... no... it's n-not. Not all uncommon m-magics are Ancient Spells... Anyway. My magic is called Demon Fist Magic, or Onisatsuken Magic. D-Depends on your preferences for language. -the Kiir stated, and everyone made an inquiring expression. Of course, it was completely unknown to them, so he proceeded to explain with caution. -D-Demon Fist was taught to me by my father... it's magic that is different to Slayers, a little hard to explain, but... to sum it up, I'll just say that it gives me the physical capabilities of a demon in my human body.

Mizark got ready for what was supposed to qualify as the presentation of his magic. Perhaps those same children would hear about him once he got into more dangerous jobs, or participated in different events, but as of that time, it mattered not. The Kiir crossed his arms, forming an X in front of his face, his palms pointing at the sick, as the power surged throughout the body. A magic circle appeared beneath him, and a surge of a pitch-black colored energy with a few white and grey flashes envelopped his hands, forming what seemed to be claws. That made everyone gasp, smiles appearing in the mouths of the patients.

The children stared in awe as the Kiir explained what had just happened.
-This is one of my spells, Imp Aspect... -he began, but then his eyes took a red hue for a second, mixing with the black in that instant. The young male gritted his teeth; as expected, he was beginning to feel that another part of himself took over, just as always. He had hoped that out of battle, it would not be like that... but he was certainly wrong.
Managing to hold it for a little, he awaited for a few questions on the mechanics of the spell, and right after answering them, he spoke once more.

-However, it's not only physical enhancement... I can also do this! -the Kiir explained, driving his hands backwards as he formed a spherical chamber with them. Suddenly, a faint glow appeared inside, growing, and as he thrusted both arms forward, the sphere went out, transforming into a projectile that went out of a conveniently opened window.
-That was my Demon Wave. It's a projectile spell that packs quite a punch, in my opinion... -he could only mutter, for he was doing his best to stay calm.

Finally, after a few more minutes, the spectacle was over. Mizark quickly went out of the room, with drops of sweat trickling down his spine, face, and limbs. He should not be tired from something like that, but in reality, the need to contain his other self was making that unbearable. That was why the boy quickly got his payment and did his best to hastily exit the facility, avoiding contact with anyone else in the process. As the young man got out of the hospital, his steps directed him to a nearby alley that was deserted, so he entered there and leaned on the wall, letting himself slide down to the ground until he had sat down.

Panting heavily, he gripped his head with both hands, doing his best to contain the wicked desires that were appearing on his subconscious. Something was literally begging him to take over his body in order to fight a non-existent foe... such was the nature of his magic.
-No... Just this once... I can't let myself slip... -he muttered. After almost thirty minutes, with that ominous sentiment receding, the teenager decided that he would walk to the train station. He had to return to Eclipse Soul... and he'd better ask his Master for help on the matter. Things were getting out of hand faster than he had expected.

[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.]