Gyuho got up, dusting off his chest plate and noble quality apparel. He was rather impressed with the durability of his clothing, despite the period of stuffiness he felt while he was getting used to it. Looking at the dissipating pillar of light, he inspected his Inner World and found a new Bridge as well as a simplistic pyramidic pattern floating around freely.
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Five O'Clock Werewolf [Lungs] (Altered Lv 1)
Smoke Break - Reverts werewolf transformation and allows heath regeneration. Regeneration is accelerated when smoking.
Rush Hour - Urgency dictates success: the more pressed the user is, the stronger their transformations.
Five O'Clock - While active, werewolf transformation is permanent. Grants heightened combat senses and instincts that may predict actions on occasion. Take more damage. Instantly activated upon realizing it is Five O'Clock, and can only be reverted by Smoke Break.
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Gyuho didn't mind the conditions, and instead was rather interested in the ability to at least partially transform. Looking up at the several meter high lid of the crater, he felt stressed when he figured it would take him some time to get back up.
This seemed to elicit a response from his Ink, as he could feel his energy diverting itself towards his legs. His muscles bulged, and his lower half was becoming covered in dark, black fur, and he felt powerful strength welling within. As he grit his teeth, his eyes revealed a deep glow, and he was carried into the sky by the sheer strength of his lower limbs.
As the surroundings rapidly changed, he soon greeted the bleary, bleak sky of Morris once again whilst making his landing. And if that weren't all, his vision was instantly filled with Bie and Wanxi cooking some demon he didn't remember fighting against, and Casmere attempting to salvage the carcass of the Foul Clothed Trestbeast.
"You're just in time!" said Lulac, who sidled up to his peer and jabbed at his sides. Noticing the increased firmness of the muscle behind the cloth, he jeered and pointed towards Bie with his chin.
"If that's all you got, that'd suck. That...um...Bie. Bie ended up getting a physique boost too, so!"
Gyuho simply shrugged, not wanting to play along right now. Instead, he patted him on the shoulder while utilizing the core ability of werewolf transformation on his right hand. Suddenly, a clawed grip softly squeezed on Lulac's shoulder, though the strength behind it was anything but gentle.
"You'll see what I got soon enough." Gyuho walked towards Casmere, offering to help the demon hunter disassemble the skeletons at the very least. Lulac simply shook his head, before looking down at the metal hilt of his beam saber in consternation.
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"See, it wasn't so hard, was it? Iberrfal's boy."
"It was still quite risky, and you know that..."
"Since when have you cared about the safety of others? Cold man." Lah's owl mask bobbed up and down, in tune with her finger tapping along the counter. She then swiped it across the wooden texture, drawing a darkened green arc as the holes in her mask seemed to radiate a deep green light.
Casmere remained silent, his posture rigid. The silence settled between the two as if it wished to intensify the awkwardness of the situation even further. Surprisingly, or maybe not, Lah was completely unbothered. In fact, the overall mood she gave off was of an overbearing zest characterized with a rigid, stern backbone. That wasn't to say she wasn't kind, but rather that every emotion she had relied on a solid foundation of rules she had set.
...Which was why she wasn't so pleased with Casmere right now. Since she knew exactly who his master was, in the grand scheme of things.
"...You are increasingly closer to becoming a demon, Lah. You're a hybrid of three different things, one of which was granted by my master. Why do you despise him so?"
"Not all of us have the opportunity to be submissive little sheep to the shepherd. Am I supposed to be happy that he turned a wolf into a guard dog? Hmm?" Her mask seemed to become unsettled, revealing the green lips on her face. On her countenance was the vague smile she normally sported, though it seemed like the edges of her mouth were twitching in annoyance.
"...My master will want to see them soon. Please don't get in the way of that, Lah." Casmere's baleful eyes became somewhat gentle, and the lady in the owl mask snorted a bit in disgust. Though she turned her head away, her finger began tapping on the counter once again, minutes silently passing by,
"Mouthy boy. Why would a little ol guard dog like me bark before our great and mysterious shepherd? Besides, your squadron has garnered a little TOO much fame, don't you think? Even the Rats are talking..." She pointed at the skull with horns protruding where the eyes would be, before gesturing to a severely cracked crystalline red helm. She then delved under the counter, and pulled out tentacles and chicken feet, as well as an assortment of demon horns.
"Too late, I guess. Iberrfal's boy." She continued, before emitting a grim cackle as verdant mist emerged from her chuckling lips. Casmere nodded and bowed, before swiftly turning away and leaving the reception area. Once he was alone, he made for the exit of the Hunter headquarters however...
"Greetings, Hunter Balir." He encountered the weathered middle-aged man standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as if he had not a care in the world. His comparatively broad physique succeeded in not leaving enough room for Casmere to escape, though the both of them knew that he wouldn't do that.
It would be a suspicious deviation of character, after all. Casmere wasn't looking to incriminate himself, and he had generally always had a polite bearing about him. It was only natural that he would greet his superior, so why...
"It seems you were right, Casmere. Those children were worth taking a chance on. My question is..."
The man's turbid eyes became extremely sharp, and a hazy green aura gently lapped at the confines of his frame. With his head inclined in a position to look downwards, he drew closer, as if to pick apart the young demon hunter in his entirety.
"...What does your master think about the increasing demon sightings? Write a report and let me know." Balir gave him a scrutinizing glance, before returning to his own office room. With a sigh, Casmere heaved his chest and took in a deep breath. Although he understood why nobody liked Hugo Iberrfal, he would be remiss in all the facts if he completely agreed with his fellow hunters.
He still thought their response was a lot more reasonable than what the Autumn Parish would do if they knew. With those considerations in mind, he walked down the ruined streets of Morris Capitol, tracing over the broken buildings with his hands cupped into circles.
Wandering the square and taking in the faces of the destitute juxtaposed with the hearty faces of the clergy, anger grew even further in the depths of his conscience. Turning a corner in the alleyway, he walked into a wall and disappeared.
The day passed like this, the young Guides knowing not of what would come on the morrow. Bie stood guard, exploring his Inner World while his fellow peers slept the night away.
And so ended another day in Morris.