The Leaching Mage || Black Clover

Chapter 5-Old Friend

"It's no new look .... We thought she was sick but she was just cursed. Amora and another evil witch are responsible for the frail state she was in. We have reason to believe Amora's behind an incident that happen to other family members of ours," Myrna states as she sees Nurren hop off the bed she was stuck in.

Stretching Nurren pops a few bones in satisfaction. "Hey Asta you're not a mana user so that means you make up for it by being physically fit right?" Nurren questions as she marvels the sword in Myrna's hands.
"Yeah?" He says though it came out as a question. Nurren takes the sword out of Myrna's hands and slashes the air in front of her.
"We should train together some time. You'll definitely go pass your limits if we train together," Nurren smiles as she hands the blade back. "Also this is very heavy. You must be really strong to have to use this."

"Oh it's nothing really," Asta smiles enjoying the praise from a mage.
"What do you use to clean your weapon?" She questions him as she balances the blade on the palm of her hand.
"I don't use anything," He answers.
"Oh ..... Well you should ask your Captain for some cleaning gear. Here I'll let you use mine," Nurren says pulling out a cleaning kit from her grimiore.

"You trying to steal a member of my squad Nurren?" A certain smoker questions.
"Not at all Yam I was just saying he should train with me some time," Nurren smiles up at him.
"Like he would train with you you're probably just trying to convince him to join your squad instead hmph," A certain Silva says pushing her hair to the side as she walks in.
"Noelle your so pretty! Look how much you've grown," Nurren smiles.

"Nur-Nurren? You're ..... What are you wearing?" Noelle questions as Nurren looks down at her clothes in tatters.
"Wherever you all were supposed to be please go back to it while I get myself clean up and rest," Nurren says slowly reddening in the face as she quickly wraps her body up with a hospital blanket.

"Would you like me to open a portal for you?" Dahliana questions her earning a nod.
"Thank you for your help Asta," Nurren says tilting her head to the side then with a smile towards him she walks through a portal.

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In her hidden room she notices a journal missing. "Where did you go?" She whispers to herself. It was one she'd write her dreams in. She'd often dream of powerful beings with white hair, pale skin, and pointy ears. Not quite sure where it'd be she searches.

After ten minutes she gives up on the journal then grabs a towel. Opening a portal she enters her shower room which was much like a miniature hot spring. Stripping herself of what remain of her clothes she disposes of it then dips herself in the water. After a long needed shower she wraps her body with the towel as she slowly heals her body furthermore. "Thanks for the mana," Nurren softly spoke with a tired look in her reflection the water casts.

It was rare for her to even look at herself in a mirror seeing as she always saw herself as repulsive. Her mother raised her to despise herself and yet she thought nothing of it until now. Placing her undergarments on she then tosses on a simple white button up blouse and black shorts. Now curled up on her bed she wraps herself in her sheets as she pulls out a sketchbook. She'd draw often in it when she had nightmares or simply couldn't sleep because of the reoccurring nightmare.

The dreams would be of those kind beings dying. Her amor being one of the losses in her dreams though she couldn't actually tell if it was him she felt as if a part of her would die in the dream and yet when she awoken the aching pain would instantly vanish. She couldn't trust herself to rest for long in so had her drawings to keep her busy. Sometimes when she was a child she used to hear their voices and would tell her family about them but they thought her loony which was another one way ticket to the Witches Forest for 'Discipline'. "You know it's not nice to steal from me Vangeance," Nurren spoke with her eyes not once straying from her unfinished artwork.

"I was simply returning it. You have .... Very descriptive content with very odd symbols of sorts for it to all be dreams," William admits as he places it back on her bookshelf.
"You used to have them too," Nurren states as she crosses her legs with the sketchbook now on her lap.
"Yes I suppose so, but yours is rather well detailed in comparison ...... Tell me do you know what they are?" He beckons her.
"Not in the slightest, but those dreams of them dying like that is the reason I can't sleep. It hurts knowing that they died such a horrendous way which ..... Which is also why I must grow stronger for not just me but for my sisters and for mi amor," Nurren concludes.

"Tell me ... Who is your amor Nurren?" William ponders now upset as he looks away from her. Maybe it was for the best that he didn't know, but his question had to be answered. He felt like he had to know who it was. They were old friends after all. He had the right to protect her from anyone who dared hurt her though he knew very well she could protect herself.

"You know him very well. I draw him quite frequently so I'll just show you a drawing of him," She says shamelessly coming to a halt with her art piece incomplete she stands to grab another sketchbook that lay hidden under a pile of herbs. "You should've seen him when he was younger. We were such troublemakers back then."

Flipping the pages she holds out the book to him. "Not who you thought it'd be now was it?" Nurren laughs as William looks at the drawing.