Seventh: Volume 2 [Complete] by Yomu Mishima

Author:Yomu Mishima
Language: eng
Format: epub

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“I sure am being called into the Jewel a lot lately,” I grumbled to myself.

It was the morning after Aria and Sophia’s fight, and at the moment I was staring at the flimsy cloth which partitioned my room off from the rest of the hut. My other party members were located on the other side.

I got up and headed out the front door, only to see Aria, who’d apparently also woken early. She was hobbling around, using her spear like a cane. I could see her legs shaking; her body must have still ached from the day before.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Huh?!” she cried in surprise. She tried to turn in my direction, but she cried out as pain overwhelmed her. “Ow! Goddesses, that smarts!” She collapsed into the dirt.

I rushed over and tried to lift her up by her shoulders, but she squeaked at the movement.

“Eep!”

“S-Sorry!”

Panic filled me, but then the second head’s voice filtered into my head from the Jewel. “Lyle, she’s not experiencing Growth. She just overused her Art right after it manifested. Why don’t you have her rest for the day?”

Aria’s eyes were teary when they caught mine. “I should be the sorry one, not you. My body hurts even more than it did before... I came out here because I wanted to see if I could grasp that sensation I felt yesterday again, but... My body’s not letting me.”

“That’s understandable,” the fourth head said. “Unlike me, she’s got a combat-oriented Art—one that gifts her an explosive burst of speed. Give her a day...scratch that, two days off and she should be fine.”

“Oh, what I’d give for an Art like that,” the third said with a longing sigh. “Frontline arts have that oomph to them. You’re stronger from the moment you fire them off. My Art is far too plain in comparison.”

“Don’t tell such falsehoods!” the fourth head broke in. “Of all of our Arts, yours is the nastiest.”

Ignoring the droning voices of my ancestors, I helped Aria to her feet.

“Go on,” I told her. “Use my shoulder.”

As I lent her my body to lean on, I tried not to strain her muscles any further. She still seemed to be in quite a bit of pain; at some point during her desperate struggle to endure, she’d broken out into a cold sweat. I tightly wrapped my arm around her waist, attempting to fix her joints into place. Aria’s complexion improved ever-so-slightly after the adjustment, her face going from a sickly pale to a healthier tinge of faint red.

“Thank you, Lyle.”

We had slowly started trudging forward, moving towards the hut, when someone came rushing in our direction. Two people, in fact—Lord Dale and Zappa.

“See, Dale? I told you!” Zappa cried. Apparently he’d been the one to bring Lord Dale here.

“You bastard!” Lord Dale roared. The lord clenched his fist, drew it back, and...

“Who do you think you’re pickin’ a fight with, kid?!”

The founder’s roar snapped me back to my senses, and I managed to divert his punch with the hand that wasn’t supporting Aria.

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