by Imai-chi 25th March 2021, 12:57 pm
Imai took great pride in his physical capabilities, regardless of his inability to explain just how he had gotten this powerful. Was it Kenna-nee’s influence on him? Had she, by any chance, imbued him with some demonic essence in hope of protecting him from harm akin to the legend of Baldur? Or had he just been training efficiently, reaping the fruits of his own, self-earned actions? Funny, he didn’t know himself…
“Pretty smart of them, y’know,” he commented back, noting on Celeste’s complaint, “Perhaps to make it as inconvenient as possible for people to track them down… not like it would stop us, anyway! Can’t wait to see the look on their faces when we crash their hideout!”
After his statement about her magic, Celeste showed signs of shock and surprise to hear that from him. It tasted like Dragon Slayer Magic… ew, he didn’t want to phrase it like that; she emitted the fragrance of a Dragon Slayer, to say. The same kind of fragrance that his dear Kenna-nee emitted. It was all in the taste… urgh, why was it in taste, though? His body was acting so weird, lately… tasting magic in the air and stuff like that. Since when was he able to do that, precisely?
Uh, a question for another day… Celeste spotted old ruins in the south-east direction, most likely used as a hideout for bandits like the Cartel. “Oh! Nice observation, Celeste! A+ for those sharp eagle eyes of yours!” Imai complimented her tracking skill as she returned to his back, “If we reach somewhere a hundred meters away from them, we can try and search for a sneaky entrance.”
He let his feet do the trick and transport himself and Celeste across the dune, kicking up sand like a storm before they finally reached the location 100 meters away from the ruins…
But… his advance towards them had brought unwanted attention due to the sandstorm he kicked up in his run. “C-Celeste, I might’ve overdone it-“
“H-Hey, is that a sandstorm?! Who’s out there!?”
“Oh!” He was panicking at first, but his brain conjured up a genius plan! “Celeste, can you make a tornado? One big enough to cover the ruins, so we can sneak past them?” He would continue running around the ruins, kicking up sand behind them both to aid her if her magic power was insufficient in doing all the work itself. He had to help; as Ace, he was basically her senior, and seniors had to perform amazingly in front of their underclassmen. He wanted her to look up to him as the amazing mage that he was!
So please, Imai! Don’t screw around!
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