Ryosei stayed in the chair where they discussed the world, a statue. The fire had gone out when Eika left, leaving the room to cool significantly. He trembled slightly, though it was not something as paltry as the cold that caused it.
Indeed, it was something far worse for the young man.
He didn't know how to respond to this knowledge. I mean, yeah, he'd asked for the crash course and all, but wrapping his head around it all would be a feat in and of itself. There was so much information to sift through, so much to organize and assimilate even though it was, according to Eika, the barest of the bare bones he'd have to learn about.
For such information to leave an impact this great on him despite it being just a glimpse of the new reality he found himself in, could be attributed to a few reasons.
The first being he was a monster, or demon now. The second could be attributed to sleep deprivation and an information overload. He'd been riding an unknown high before, keeping him conscious. But now, he was crashing, falling faster and faster by the second, his mind whirling and tumbling,
His chest began to rise and fall with panic, tremors erupted across his body, shivers shaking him from the inside out. The tragically nostalgic feeling of anxiety ridden fear fueling a panic attack became apparent to him. He had to calm down.
He was hyperventilating, he had to calm down. He tried chanting his mantra softly to himself,"Calm is strong, strong is calm, When you are calm, you can do no wrong…"
He muttered this phrase over and over, trying to limit the pounding of his heart as reality crashed down on him. He was going to kill.
He was going to have to take a sentient being's life once again.
It was then the world froze.
~~~~0~~~~
Eika snapped up from her chair. She had been in her bedroom, looking through the window to the stars and moon when she sensed an unbearable amount of cold emanating from below.
Swiftly donning a night robe, she raced down the stairs to the parlour where they'd previously discussed the world. Her old fashioned and snow white nightgown billowed behind her as she took the stairs down by three, her short frost white and bone hair bouncing, allowing her normally hidden purple eyes to peek out.
Her expression turned grave as she sensed the ball of negative energy emanating from the parlour, a desperation and anxiety that she'd seldom sensed in her long years. Even with her previous proteges she'd never felt this much intensity. Not for the first time, the feeling was nostalgic; she'd felt this before, long long ago, somewhere in her youth. As she skidded to a stop at the doorway, the sight which greeted her shocked her senses in an almost disorienting manner, freezing her.
The entire room had been frozen, the temperature falling more and more by the second. Her breath came out as mist, her eyes that were for once on full display wide with realization. She'd been cold before, many centuries of life ago when she was but a child. She recalled the darkness, the frigid silence that permeated her senses. The entire world ice save for her lone, huddled, figure.
The image of her trauma overlapped with Ryosei's, both shivering and whispering to themselves as the world became frigid and unwelcome. Both children. For that was all she could see in him.
She could not see the defiant soul whose eyes screamed death while they were being courted by Azrael himself.
She could not see the serious pretty boy whom she'd spoken to but a few hours earlier.
She could not see Ryosei Mors.
All she could see in that moment was Kocho Ryosei, the boy who, somewhere deep inside, had never really grown up.
She sighed, placing her hand on her hip and shifting her hips slightly to the side as she somehow looked weary, annoyed, tired, and amused, all at the same time.
"Why do I always find the broken ones? I swear, three times is NOT a coincidence.", she whispered in the silence in a soft, gentle tone, the sound of it comparable to snowfall with its rueful, yet reminiscent feeling.
She sighed again, ignoring the mist as she became serious, murmuring,"Activate [Turner Privileges: Ryosei Mors[Kocho Ryosei]'s status and resistance template]. "
A soft ring greeted her ear as the admin privileges that comes from being a Turner activated at her request, showing Ryosei's status screen and resistance template.
Scrolling through the unimportant bits while noting his variety, bloodline, and sealed statuses, she found what was affecting the environment.
"Focus on: Ice Skill submenu."
Another soft ring made her eyes begin to go wide a bit before narrowing again.
{
Ryosei Mors[Kocho Ryosei]
-Submenu Variety: Ice-->Winter tier.
Skills(Active): Winter's Breath: Lv 5(amplified by passive), Touch of Winter: Lv 3(amplified by passive), Frostbite: Lv 1, Winter's Frost: Lv 2, Winter's World: Lv 3, Freezing: Lv 6(Poten. Link)
Skills(Passive): Winter's Breath, Touch of Winter, Winter Affinity(unlimited), Permafrost, Frost Touch(linked), Sub Zero, Winter Aura, Heat Suppression, Blessing of the Winter Spirit
Potential(Hidden):
-Absolute Zero is possible with User: Ryosei Mors[Kocho Ryosei]
-Time Manipulation is possible with User: Ryosei Mors[Kocho Ryosei]
*Variety: Freezing
-Energy Manipulation is possible with User: Ryosei Mors[Kocho Ryosei]
*Variety: Molecular
}
Eika's expression was stone faced at his potential.
One could call him a genius with his potential and skills in this area alone, though in a sense every person who'd been Turned by her had always turned out to be geniuses. Her eyebrow began to twitch in irritation as she began to wonder if her own prowess somehow translated to her previous and now current charge.
I mean seriously, TIER JUMPING already?! He was only Level… 10. Okay LEVEL JUMPING now?! What was he, an anime protagonist?!
She honestly found it annoying, but shoved the thought before she looked into his resistance template.
{
Ryosei Mors[Kocho Ryosei]
Resistance Template:
Blood Resistance: Lowest
Poison Resistance: Immune
Winter Resistance: Immune
Darkness Resistance: Lower
Shadow Resistance: Lowest
Fire Resistance: Non existent [Note: User: Ryosei Mors[Kocho Ryosei] is susceptible to aforementioned element.]
}
'Hmm…. already immune to something at this stage? Though it makes sense I suppose, his worst experience was being drunk, and alcohol can technically be classified as a poison… Although WINTER resistance already?!', a tick mark appeared on her perfect face as she asked something she'd never believe she'd ask.
"Ne… God. I have a question. Tell me oh Almighty and Divine being… are you messing with me?" She glared at the ceiling as her tongue burned from speaking the Lord's name, as if expecting it to answer. In fact, her glare was so intense, if the house was a sentient being, it would be sweating profusely and possible crap it's from fear.
Glaring at it some more, she sighed, letting it go before looking back at Ryosei's form. He seemed calmer, albeit by an extraordinary margin. The ice had spread to the point that the main hall was beginning to freeze.
She narrowed her eyes at this, and began to wonder if his lineage was linked to the fact that despite freezing everything, his mana was barely touched. His lineage had to be special for him to have so many Ice passives and the Blessing of THE Winter Spirit.
She looked at the ice some more, interested in its aura, but decided enough was enough. By simply snapping her fingers, and accompanied with perfect efficiency and targeting, she melted all of the ice instantly, causing the area to steam while leaving Ryosei unaffected.
When she finished that little chore, she walked to Ryosei, stopping to stand by his side as she silently stared at him. She noticed all that she needed to deduce what had happened.
He accidentally had activated his skills and passives when he started hyperventilating and had perpetuated the problem by having a panic attack and lashing out on everything with his ice on instinct.
In seeing this, Eika knew what she, as his mentor, had to do. It was her calling, no, her duty to perform such a feat in assisting him. The answer was simple:
Knock him unconscious.
And with a simple karate chop to the neck, along with some mental manipulation, she was able to push back what ailed his mind, and allow him to enter dreams. Hauling him up on her shoulder like she'd done earlier that day, she walked him to his room, threw him onto the bed while changing his clothes with her eyes closed, and promptly walked away, her job done.
However, she had the feeling that she'd have to get a therapist for her little trouble maker.