Mirror Soul

Chapter Twenty Three: Where there's mist there's fire

The last week had finally passed, and Bruce was no longer grounded. He and Kai stood in front of the Ravel’s training room,bags in hand.

“These two really gonna steal my whole stomping yard for the weekend?” Nix asked Rolist. The large history teacher stood with his arms on his hips, studying the boys.

The story Layva told him about last week still made him uneasy. She took Bruce into Limbotory and they fought a kaiju! And they won! If it hadn’t been Layva who told him he wouldn't believe it. He walked into the mansion at four in the morning looking like death. He sat her down and forced the story out of her.

Reluctantly she told him about how they were swarmed by nadir, and of a disappearing kaiju that she and Bruce only managed to kill with quick thinking. Yet the oddest thing to him was what she said about Bruce.

“He held his hands down and some mist turned into a saber just like mine. Thick grip, rounded base and everything.” Layva had told him.

“Wait… are you sure he made a copy of your sword exactly?” Rolist couldn’t believe that this boy had a mystic like this. It solved a few questions. Such as why Didrick was killed by a stabbing weapon when Bruce didn’t have one, and Layva was too injured to make one.

“Tell me… was the copy he made of your weapon blue?”

Layva had rolled her eyes at him, a trait she had since the day he first met her eight years ago. “Of course it was blue. That’s his soul’s shade, what else would it be?”

Rolist hadn’t seen a copying ability in years. The last one he could remember belonged to-

“Ok I’m going to bed now.” Layva said, snapping him out of his thoughts. “I’ll write down the full report for the Core later.” She winced as she stood up, despite how hard she tried to hide it he still saw it.

He stood as well. “Not with those ribs you're not.”

“How did y-”

“I’ve been around the block my fair share. I’m guessing you let Scythe pour his SOLE into the bandages and he didn’t have enough to heal you completely."

“He had enough to mend the cracks. I can handle it. I’ve had worse than this.”

Rolist sighed. When was this girl going to grow up? “Yeah, I know. I was the one usually dragging you off to the medical room.”

She scowled at him. “Thanks.” She said dryly before she headed upstairs.

Now here he was a week later and still as in the dark as ever.

“Rolist. Rolist. Rolist!”

Mr. Safen snapped his head towards Nix. “What is it?”

“I said are you going to let those two use my training room all weekend?”

Clover walked passed them all, in heels and a short dress. “Last I checked the room isn’t yours, it’s Ravel’s. This place is huge. I'm sure you can find another room to stink up.”

Nix muttered something in spanish. “Mind your damn business.”

“Where my student trains is my business.” Clover pointed to Kai. “I taught that boy everything he knows.”

Kai turned and gave the girl a droll stare. “You taught me how to bring my mystic out, then you painted your nails the rest of the time.”

Clover flashed him an award winning smile. “Rule one of sensei Clover’s training. Polished nails equal a polished mind. Now I’m outta here. It’s a Friday night and some of us have plans.” She looked at Nix and smirked before she walked off.