Wildcat

Stomachache

The days that followed after the first Neko club meeting remained uneventful, though everyone involved seemed on edge. Everyone appeared a little more jumpy, a little more cautious. Some might even call them paranoid. Even you felt a constant increasingly stronger sense of uncertainty and danger, as if someone was looming around the corner, ready to snatch you. The constant state of stress left you visibly agitated, tail puffed up as your ears were constantly shifting in an attempt to pick up as much information as possible.

You were currently in one of the various practice rooms, training yourself in the arts of magic. With practice and patience you slowly began to grasp the basics of magic and managed to manifest your knowledge in form of a small cube of condensed magic. There was still a long way to go before you could wield magic in a way most other humans do and it would probably take you a life time until you can use it the way the great mages did in the past. Not that, that would pose a problem. Time has no affect on you.

"Damn it," you cursed, frustrated by yet another failed attempt to summon anything more than a small cube of magic. If it wasn't for the fact that your magic would dissipate so quickly, you and everyone around you would probably be drowning in a sea of magic cubes right now.

Once again you focused until you felt a tingling sensation in your fingertips. The sensation grew stronger and stronger by the second, but you kept focusing, shaping the arcane energy in your head. You envisioned a small sphere and shot your arm forward. To your own surprised a small sphere lobbed forward, bouncing over the floor a few times before vanishing.

A strong feeling of success began to rush through you, boosting your motivation. You repeated the process a few more times, each and every time creating a sphere that jumped farther and farther. It was a small success but it showed you the almost endless possibilities on how magic could be applied.

"There you are," a voice from behind you nearly caused you to jump out of your skin. Just as you were ready to lunge at the person that nearly scared the living daylights out of you, you realized that it was just Asriel.

"Is everything alright? You've been acting quite different ever since you've been to that club," Asriel showed himself as concerned as always, probably in an attempt to gather more information on the Neko club.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just haven't been sleeping properly lately," you lied, hoping it would cause him to drop the topic. If possible, you want to keep him out of your business.

"I see you're making progress," he commented, probably about your magic practice.

"Yeah. I think I'm slowly getting the hang of it," you responded as you focused once again. This time you began to envision something more dangerous, something you could use as an alternate way to defend yourself. As you once again shot your arm forward, you released a pointy, needle like object. It whizzed through the air in an almost perfectly straight line before hitting the target at the end of the room.

"Slowly? You're learning how to use magic quicker the rest of class," Asriel was quite impressed by your, in his opinion, quick progress.

"You think so?" you asked as you shot another needle forward.

"I do. Just a few weeks ago you were struggling to summon anything and now look at you go," he continued to praise you for you quick advancement in terms of magic. "Anyway, how about you take a break? You've been here for the last three hours."

You lowered your arms and sighed. "Yeah, I guess your right."

There were plenty of reasons against taking a break but collapsing from exhaustion wouldn't be helpful either.