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Digging into her robes, Griselda pulled out a small vial of green liquid, holding it up to Vin's lips, "Drink this, it'll make your nose better, and get rid of the pain. Ezekiel, good form, but do try to limit yourself when sparring now. We no longer have Argento to rely on, and these only heal so much."
Ezekiel nodded as Vin tentatively gulped down the mixture, instantly feeling relief spread throughout his face. That is, until the bones in his nose started to shift back into place, which even with the supposed pain-numbing effects of the drink, was the most physically painful thing Vin had ever felt. He… may have screamed a little as it happened. A little.
Around half a minute later, Vin was back at full capacity, a small packet of tissues in his hands as he set about wiping blood from his now healed face.
"I've gathered enough information with that little spar, and can now say with a fair degree of confidence that I've determined the identity of your Sacred Gear," Griselda explained, flipping through her notepad.
"Oh, what is it?" Vin asked, he would be lying if he said he wasn't just a tiny bit excited to figure out exactly what his superpower was. And who could blame him?
"Vin, your Sacred Gear is a creation type gear known as 'Midas' Rings'," Griselda declared.
What.
"Griselda, do you mean Midas, as in King Midas?"
"Yes."
"Uh, Midas used gold, not crystals."
"Correct, however everything about Midas' Rings lines up with your Sacred Gear. The powers exhibited are the same, through the same hand movements. They say they manifest as a set of rings… Everything here points to you having Midas' Rings as your Sacred Gear."
"Um, okay. But why the hell am I not making gold then?"
Griselda shot him a flat look. Oh shit... Right, Vin forgot he was talking to a nun sometimes.
"While I'm by no means a Sacred Gear expert, I'd say that it's most likely just a mutation, a glitch in the system, so to speak."
Vin raised an eyebrow, "But I thought you said that Sacred Gear's were blessings directly from God. How could they glitch?"
For what must have been less than a millisecond, something changed in Griselda. Her face remained the exact same, and her posture was the same as ever, but somewhere in her eyes, Vin could see a brief flash of… something, he couldn't quite tell. Just as quickly as it came, it disappeared all the same.
"I don't know, potentially some sort of outside interference. As I just said, I am not an expert on the subject, anything I managed to gather was just from the Vatican's archives."
Griselda turned around on her heels, "Take the rest of the day off, you two. Tomorrow, Vin, we shall begin training you to summon your Sacred Gear without issues."
And without another word, Griselda left the training hall.
Drawing his attention with the click of a sword, Vin gazed over to his cape-clad opponent, who had sheathed his sword, and extended a hand towards Vin.
"You dueled well."
Vin chuckled bitterly as he grasped Ezekiel's hand.
"Yeah, well you still whooped my ass."
He nodded, "I look forward to crossing blades with you more in the future. Your power is one that is impressive. Sinclair agrees with that sentiment."
"Ah, um, thanks."
"I shall retire to my quarters for today. Fare thee well, master of crystals."
"See you."
Vin watched on as Ezekiel swept out of the hall as well. Upon hearing the door click shut, Vin looked down at his ring-clad hand, clenching it in a fist.
Praise aside, Vin felt that his impression today was… horrible. He was drafted into an insane order of basically super-humans, and on his very first showing, he couldn't use his powers, got brutalized, and then, even after getting his shit together, he went down in one blow. It was a frustrating feeling, seeing his peers like Xenovia and Ezekiel moving around and attacking with such power and grace, and then to have him just eat dirt so hard. In the end, he couldn't even land a proper hit on Ezekiel.
Vin's self-loathing was cut off suddenly, as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Looking back, Vin found the blue-nette standing before him, a thoroughly unimpressed look on her face. Or was that just her regular look? Vin still had to work on figuring out exactly how to tell what Xenovia was thinking: she had one hell of a poker face.
"Ah, hey Xen-"
"That was pathetic."
Vin grit his stained teeth at the scathing comment, "Yeah, well you guys probably have years of experience on me."
"That's true, but there's still no reason to whiff an attack like that," Xenovia scoffed, "Do you really call that a punch? It was horrendous."
This audacity of this bitch… "Well geez, thanks for the vote of confidence. Fine then, how about you show me what a proper punch is like?"
"Sure," and in an instant, Xenovia drove a punch into Vin's stomach with what felt like enough force to dent steel.
Vin wheezed in place as he cradled his stomach, "What the fuck?! Don't just punch me, I meant show me how to throw a proper punch!"
Xenovia's eyes lit up in understanding, and the slightest bit of shame, "Ah, I see. I… I apologize then."
"It's... It's alright," Vin replied as he slowly recovered, "Just… show me how to do one."
"Right, come over here," Xenovia directed him over to one of the training dummies on the far right side of the room.
"You were swinging wide and slow. It's easy for people to keep track of attacks like that, and then hit you right back just as easily. You need to punch straight, like this."
Xenovia cocked back, before firing a punch at the dummy that sent a resounding thwack throughout the entire room. As she removed her fist, Vin could still see the small crater formed in the dummy's material.
"Now you try," Xenovia directed, as Vin took her place at the dummy, and attempted to follow Xenovia's instructions. Keep it straight, cock back, and… THWACK!
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