Corwyn Ambers - I
"This, class, is a Wyrm." The blonde professor of Signal Preparatory Academy stated as he used his cheesy pointer stick with a cartoonish gloved hand on the end to gesture towards the projected image of a rather deadly looking creature.
"The Wyrm is classified as a Draconic Grimm, which is a classification given to Grimm that have the ability to use a so-called Breath Attack. Wyrms are one of the most common of all Draconic Grimm, but there exist many different species across the world. Vacuo is known for having a population of Salamander Grimm that spew molten lava. Meanwhile, Mistral's own Sea Fei Long along with their swamp-infesting Rake-Fish are capable of spewing high pressurized water sprouts from their maws." The professor grinned at his class, watching the students take their notes.
"Now, not all of these Grimm are as deadly as the other, with the Rake-Fish mentioned being one of the weakest; save for the fact that they exist in swarms and can rend a Hunter Team into nothing but bones if caught unaware or unprepared." Mr. Xiao Long stated as he brought up several images for the class to study.
Conversations started at the grim mention of Hunter Fatalities, with some deriding comments being thrown towards students with lower social statuses than others. The professor coughed and drew class back onto topic, continuing his lecture.
Corwyn blinked, looking down at his desk and the open notebook showing an artful rendition of this very Grimm. He blinked again as he took in the veritable art-kit he had on his desk and wondered what the fuck was going on. He slid back in his chair within the lecture hall, taking in his surroundings. He was sitting within a room of some eighty something students, a curved bend to the room with the seated students and their desks being slightly darkened by overhead lights allowing the professor to dominate the upfront stage.
The professor, the aforementioned blonde man, manipulated a projector illuminating the most fantastical and over-realistic artwork of fantasy monsters he'd ever seen.
'I was coming home from work. Why the fuck am I sitting in a class talking about fantasy monsters?' A migraine assaulted him, Corwyn letting out a small groan that sounded like a sigh, the sound lost in the teacher's lecture and the dull roar of mumbles or whispers originating from the students around him.
Before his eyes a life flashed, a young kid from Vale getting a scholarship from the Kingdom after accidentally awakening his Aura in a freak accident; one that claimed the lives of his parents. Practically on government support, getting kicked around the various foster homes, a deep-seated loneliness, and a host of other forms of trauma all being dumped into his mind.
Then came the hours and hours of training, exercise, study, and borderline obsessive streak in becoming a great Huntsman.
Comments that burned his soul flooded his mind as he came to the root of his new body and life's motivation. Context was gathered throughout this ambition, all of it culminating into a single overwhelming emotion of absolute being; that emotion being spite.
Corwyn groaned as his head throbbed, suddenly living these memories, reliving them, experiencing them, or possibly becoming them. He heard many hushed conversations between some of the government workers taking care of his case, whispers that were repeated nearly every time he entered a facility and interacted with the workers. They varied between mentions of him being one of the many 'charity cases' coasting off of tax-payer lien, and others spoke about how he was just another child-soldier being shipped off to die, a nameless sacrifice being fattened like a sheep before being placed on an altar to bleed.
His foster families he interacted with had those same attitudes, for public sentiment regarding Hunters, while high, weren't sugar coated regarding the statistics for those who survived. Especially those who went through the shite known as Public Education and didn't make the deadline cut-off for Beacon Academy.
They were known as 'Second Rates'. Men and Women who tried, failed, and were then regulated to some far-off settlement to guard, or were hired as guards for caravans and shipments. Those jobs lasted a while, but eventually some new blood would push one out of the shift, and then they'd get assigned harder things that the now so-called 'Veteran' Hunters could do.
Like wiping out Grimm Nests, delaying Migrations, or mitigating Hordes. Often without backup, support, on a fringe budget.
And they wonder why casualties are fucking high…
It made for a very lonely life when the moment one spoke up about the fact that one was a Government Sponsored Hunter; everyone mentally wrote you off. Corwyn had a name for him and those like him, Wholesale Slaughter; Fresh Meat; Deadman Walking, and any variation thereof that had been spat at him with venom or apathetic disregard by his perceived betters.
Corwyn had accepted his mortality.
His education, intelligence, and the environment he was raised within had long since hammered into him that fact; that he was practically expected to die on some nameless field holding the line against an endless wave of Grimm. Yet, he couldn't help but struggle against that fate; to keep on keeping on and give it his all.
'Now I'm in his boots?' Corwyn, a man by the same name but entirely separate, wondered wryly. He leaned back into his seat to both calm his body and to think through the migraine that was now settling itself. His thoughts were wild and chaotic, directed towards a life he'd just been ripped from, before now being forced to adapt himself into a world in which he was fodder.
'Remnant, huh?' Corwyn grimaced as he went through his other-selves' memories regarding the world, finding himself not liking the picture of a fringe humanity and sub-humanity fighting their all against an unkillable tide of Grimm. 'There must be billions of these things. Yet, the most recent population census was only around 400 million people. With most of those lives being divided between the four Mega-Cities of each Kingdom.' Corwyn sighed, his mind a mess as he struggled to comprehend what was going on and how he wanted to tackle it.
The bell alerted him that it was time to pack up and he quickly did so, memories of his old life melding seamlessly with the now dominant personality of an outsider as he then recalled this was the last class of the day. The seventeen-year-old trudged his way back to his dorm, unlocked the door and then tossed his stuff into a corner. He then dropped himself into the dorm bed, a deep soul-heavy sigh leaving his lungs as he stared up at the ceiling.
'A Hunter, huh. I guess I can hash that…' Corwyn went through the memories of his counterpart, mentally reviewing fights, combat techniques, and brutal drills that he went through with his weaponry.
He grimaced as he realized that his Government Budget wasn't enough to commission a quality Mechashift weapon, and instead his other-self had shoved all the weapon budget he received into a cold-weapon that was Dust Forged with Lighting Dust.
Corwyn had gotten rather addicted to being a Dust Caster, as the term was called. Using Dust as a means of, in his new perspective, effectively casting elemental spells. He'd managed through a string of odd-jobs and squeezing the government for more cash wrestled together enough Dust and supplies to personally forge himself a mid-quality set of Dust-Forged Armor and a selection of Lighting Dust Javelins that he was deadly accurate with. Basically, all of his income and wealth went towards his future profession, one that was practically forced onto him by the sole virtue of him having unlocked his Aura when he was a kid.
Talk about a shitty circumstance.
Despite being a 'Government Funded Hunter', Corwyn was very much not a traditional Hunter going by the set-standards of those with access to more resources than himself.
He'd taken the philosophy of 'doing more with less' seriously, and in doing so looked in 'ye olden times' to see what older years of Hunters did before the spread of guns, ammo, and expensive Mechashift. Corwyn was on a budget, yes, and added expenditure of maintaining a horrendously complex weapon, ammo for that weapon, his Dust for Dust Casting, general maintenance, food, boarding, and general bills that he needed for his continued education had him looking for ways to pad out his loadout without crippling his wallet.
This had him creating eight Lightning Dust infused javelins, reusable and more importantly; rechargeable. He'd gotten good at infusing Lightning Dust into the weapons and was currently saving up for a tried-and-true super-conductor; likely a silver-tipped spearhead for the Javelins, but that would get expensive as silver wasn't exactly the best material for keeping points.
He'd need to replace and re-forge the spear-tips, which could potentially be solved if he were to infuse it with his Aura before throwing, but that was an advanced technique which he was only just now becoming adept with his main-hand weapon that wasn't going to be leaving his hands.
Then came his main weapon, an unnamed Warhammer that weighed around twelve kilograms, which was in and of itself an unrealistic amount of weight for a normal human to wield, but he had Aura allowing him to swing and manipulate that amount of weight with the ease that a normal man would a far lighter hammer with twice the bang.
That amount of weight made blocking him a bitch to do, but the lighter on their feet fighters often figured out how to dodge him effectively enough to get in a few hits. Didn't do much against his armor and reportedly massive Aura, but he was training to fight Grimm, and he needed to bash through far more armor than any human would have. Although, he was rather uncomfortable with the large weakness his fighting style had against foes that might be capable of figuring out his telegraphs.
He'd need to get more skilled with his hammer, it seemed.
"Fuck." Corwyn muttered as he realized he'd gotten lost within a tangent. He groaned, rubbing at his chin and feeling at the sparse bit of stubble there. "Wish I had some kind of…cheat. That's what happens in these kinds of stories, right? At least that'd make up for how much this was sucking." He muttered mournfully.
Flopping down into his bed, Corwyn frowned as he suddenly felt his soul and Aura rise up around him. He jolted as the electric-blue Aura that he usually had wasn't anymore; now more of a multi-colored oil-slick that looked more like a roiling nebula in deep space than what he was used to.
Then as his Aura flexed and bent around his body, Corwyn closed his eyes and focused deep; gasping as he was suddenly inundated with more knowledge, this time coming from his Soul, and not the body he now inhabited.
Twisting and struggling within his bed, Corwyn gasped out as he fell onto the floor; sweat leaking off his skin as he stared blankly at the floor; his iris and pupils expanding and coloring to the same shade of his new auric hue, the vibrant shimmering light of star-light, nebula, and shifting mirages of color reflected within his eyes.
He stayed like that for a long while, on the floor, before he slowly gathered himself up…
Enlightened.
Rubbing a hand down his face, Corwyn grabbed a school notebook and flipped to a random page, rifling around his school supplies for a pen, before he started to write out what his semblance could do for him.
Enchantment…Grand Enchantment is its name. Corwyn thought as he started to ink his page.
Grand Enchantment: the world is a mirage of concepts, organized by the perception of other living beings and given meaning and organization within a grander and more overarching force of being known as the noosphere. Through manipulation of this noosphere, one can infuse an item with conceptual reinforcement empowered with their Auric Energies, strengthening an imbued object permanently, improving them physically, and ascending them to higher realms of objective quality. Corwyn wrote.
These items are linked, bound, and empowered by one soul, with the nature of souls meaning that the items are thus bound to that singular soul that empowers the items. Thus, only I can use items my semblance creates.
Beyond conceptual enforcement of an item's base properties, one can draw on Enchantments, concepts surrounding that item's history, legend, use, myth, or even tangentially related to the object or item in question. Through an investment of Auric Infusion increasing the quality of an item, one could in turn increase the metaphysical weight and importance of an item; the qualitative increase of mystic potential allows for more concepts to be balanced and infused into a chosen item.
With This Soul, I Create Wonders.
Corwyn finished the penmanship of his Semblance, but he did not stop.
Hidden within the Original Soul, the one of this world's body, is that of Restless Spite. Effectively an endless reservoir of physical and mental stamina, fatigue and exhaustion become fantastical notions of lesser beings. With this, I can exert myself endlessly without regard to my physical reserves, always operating at my fullest potential; mentally or physically. Furthermore, my body can operate on an extremely minimalistic diet of sugar water for several months without negative health effects. A potent secondary semblance.
Hesitating, Corwyn stood up and walked over to his armory, frowning as he turned the items in his hands, feeling them and smiling at their potential therein. He returned to his journal and started to organize his thoughts, writing down the current effects inherent to his gear.
- Armaments -
[spoiler=Unnamed Warhammer]
Unnamed Warhammer (Quality: 1)
(Note: This weapon has empty Enchantment Slots)
Lightning Forged: This weapon has been forged with Lightning Magic, granting it the aspect of Storm. Storm, Lighting, Electricity, and Thunder based Enchantments are unlocked and enhanced.
Soul Bound: This Weapon has been bound to the user's very soul via an advanced Aura technique. Its durability is dramatically increased; it will deal increased damage and will receive Aura easier when enchanting.
Expert Craftsmanship: This item has been forged and fashioned by a prodigious smith who took great lengths to craft the best weapon he could. While no masterwork of unparalleled craftsmanship, this weapon is a solid work that no warrior would scoff at wielding. Through absorbing its creator's Aura and experiencing his semblance through this absorption, the weapon is improving; slowly reaching towards unreachable perfection as it constantly grows in quality the more it is fed.
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[spoiler=Unnamed Full Plate Armor]
Unnamed Full Plate Armor (Quality: 1)
(Note: This is a Set Item. It has exaggerated and compounded Enchantments but is limited in versatility.)
(Note: This armor set has empty Enchantment Slots)
Lightning Forged: This armor set has been forged with Lightning Magic, granting it the aspect of Storm. Storm, Lightning, Electricity, and Thunder based Enchantments are unlocked and enhanced.
Soul Bound: This armor set has been bound to the user's very soul via an advanced Aura technique. Its durability is dramatically increased, will mitigate Aura drain when protecting the user from damage, and will receive Aura easier when enchanting.
Adept Craftsmanship: This armor set has been forged and fashioned by a prodigious smith who took great lengths to craft a worthy set of armor. He did take a few shortcuts, both due to time and material constraints, but his end result is indeed an impressive work that while no great-work that will make it into legend, is indeed an armor set that will see a warrior through battle. Through absorbing its creator's Aura and experiencing his semblance through this absorption, the armor set is improving; slowly reaching towards unreachable perfection as it constantly grows in quality the more it is fed.
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[spoiler= Unnamed Set of Javelins]
Unnamed Set of Javelins (Quality: 1)
(Note: This is a Set Item. It has exaggerated and compounded Enchantments but is limited in versatility.)
(Note: This armor set has empty Enchantment Slots)
Lightning Forged: This weapon set has been forged with Lightning Magic, granting it the aspect of Storm. Storm, Lightning, Electricity, and Thunder based Enchantments are unlocked and enhanced.
Soul Bound: This weapon set has been bound to the user's very soul via an advanced Aura technique. Its durability is dramatically increased, will deal increased damage, and will receive Aura easier when enchanting.
Masterful Craftsmanship: This weapon set has been forged and fashioned by a prodigious smith who took great lengths to craft a set of javelins that knew no equal. He took no shortcuts and obsessed over producing his greatest possible product. These javelins are perfectly weighted, balanced, and have been worked and re-worked over and over again to achieve the nearest possible point of perfection. They are such that any thrown weapon user will remark on their professional-grade quality and declare them a true weapon to be used against the Grimm. Through absorbing its creator's Aura and experiencing his semblance through this absorption, the weapon set is improving; slowly reaching towards unreachable perfection as it constantly grows in quality the more it is fed.
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Smiling at his work and recording the feelings of what his semblance was telling him, Corwyn sighed as he was forced to stop his sudden hyper-fixation and focus on the larger picture.
'As much as I'd love to debate meta-physics and the why, who, how, and what of my situation…' Corwyn grimaced as he felt an invisible sense of pressure on his back, the remnant fragments of Remnant Corwyn breathing down his neck.
"Don't waste this chance."
The words echoed within his very soul, filling him with some unidentifiable second-wind, motivation swelling within his heart and soul; with Corwyn suddenly finding a secondary effect of possessing two wills, two souls, two semblances, and two lives.
This feeling that was welling within his soul was strange as it was welcome, as it felt like he'd never quit; he felt motivated-motivated; the kind of shit that come hell or high water, he'd never turn back.
Yet, despite that, the feeling also felt entirely alien; one that came from Remnant Corwyn, and not his own personal feelings towards the situation. However, it also was spiritual communication, trying to reach out to him, an olive branch thrust into his face.
Corwyn, while certainly the head-driver inside this relationship, also felt very influenced by Remnant Corwyn. It was hard not to get swept up in the welling of motivation and action that his old self demanded when granted such a blessing.
'Huh. For the first time in years, I have hope of living past twenty-five.' Corwyn blinked as those weren't his own personal thoughts, but rather a reflection on older memories of a life he'd lived and yet had not lived. 'I feel like the sooner I accept Remnant Corwyn as a part of myself, the sooner this sense of confusion and twisted sense of body-dysmorphia will fade.' Corwyn thought suddenly as he took a deep breath, but as much as he wished he could just think and suddenly be fine with being two who were one, it was decidedly hard.
Yet, it seemed that the other soul within his gestalt was willing to offer up concessions, and the two of them fell into a grand debate. Thrusting their shared souls at one another in the gayest possible analogy, the two met and worked out a compromise; the Old Soul carried with it the unyielding determination to see this life lived to the fullest.
To Do and never stop Doing. A larger-than-life figure that wanted to spit on the world as he rose above it, lifting it up with him, dragging and screaming as he went.
Corwyn, the one from Earth eased back on the Old Soul's earthly trauma; he'd had a good life, and he didn't want to suddenly become loaded with triggers that he didn't truly believe in.
Opening his eyes, Corwyn the Amalgamate, focused on the now and present.
He turned his attention to the present and found himself staring at his gear once again.
The power, Grand Enchantment and Restless Spite were two abilities that didn't exactly synergize, but it was hard not to synergize with the generally overpowered semblances. Restless Struggler was simply valuable everywhere, effectively doubling his effective operating hours and lifespan as a whole with people sleeping effectively half their lives away. His new diet of sugar water was interesting, although Corwyn was still going to keep his athletes diet for maximum physical gains going. He was a growing lad, and Semblance fuckery or not, he'd not get his growth stunted by not eating because he didn't need to.
'Although, it'd be nice to skimp on the food budget…' Corwyn shook himself from those thoughts. Money was fleeting, gains were eternal so-long they were maintained.
Grand Enchantment meanwhile…
'Now, how do you function?' Corwyn lifted up his Warhammer, testing the weight of the hefty polearm; he then started to infuse the object with his Aura, and was immediately hit with an influx of conceptual knowledge. It was baffling, to suddenly be filled with conceptual magic, their exact effects and the powers he could impart unto his weapon at a simple cost of Aura.
Corwyn frowned as he started to siphon through the various forms of magic he could potentially infuse into his weapon, before finding one enchantment that he particularly liked. It was one that'd grant him an effect that was rather rare in Hunters; that being an Area of Effect attack. It was something he had little of, due to the fact that he was lacking in a budget to splurge on a massive amount of Dust.
Otherwise, he'd be tossing grenades like crazy, but he wasn't that rich.
Corwyn selected that concept and image, before with an influx of Aura, he pushed it into the weapon. He grit his teeth as he felt his Aura get pulled into the Hammer at a rapid pace, the weapon glowing a deep purple, before the glow faded and he gasped; his Aura cracking as it was nearly broken.
He stared down at the Warhammer that was looking no different than it was previously, but he knew. In his inexperience, he'd not only infused the weapon with a powerful Enchantment but also upgraded the weapon entirely into what he was calling the Elite Rank. That was the Third Rank.
The Ranks of an item's objective quality were subjective things, but effectively represented in milestones. At the bottom, he plucked at his shirt; a simple muscle shirt that was a Level Zero Item. This muscle shirt, as it was, could hold no enchantments; it was in effect, Mundane.
Above that was the next level, with Corwyn quickly writing out his slap-dash organization of qualitative milestones that his equipment could reach.
Mundane: Effectively a mundane weapon or item, holds no special qualities and needs an inherent infusion of Aura to upgrade for it to support and hold an enchantment. Quality Zero Item.
Magic: A magical item with inherent or added magic, whether from Dust or Infused Aura. Capable of holding one Enchantment. A Level One Item.
Elite: A more advanced weapon that has been evolved into a higher grade and rating, capable of holding two enchantments, this item is a Level Two Item.
This continues on, with Corwyn not yet having thought of high-quality milestone names.
Getting out his notebook once more, he organized the new entry he made to his Warhammer and detailed its enchantment.
- Armaments -
[spoiler= Unnamed Warhammer]
Unnamed Warhammer (Elite Item)
(Note: This weapon has empty Enchantment Slots)
Lightning Forged: This weapon has been forged with Lightning Magic, granting it the aspect of Storm. Storm, Lighting, Electricity, and Thunder based Enchantments are unlocked and enhanced.
Soul Bound: This Weapon has been bound to the user's very soul via an advanced Aura technique. Its durability is dramatically increased; it will deal increased damage and will receive Aura easier when enchanting.
Masterful Craftsmanship: This item has been forged and fashioned by a prodigious smith who took great lengths to craft the best weapon he could. Through absorbing its creator's Aura, it has grown and improved dramatically, now a weapon that while visually no different; is functionally and materially a dramatically better weapon. Through absorbing its creator's Aura and experiencing his semblance through this absorption, the weapon is improving; slowly reaching towards unreachable perfection as it constantly grows in quality the more it is fed.
Thunderous Wave: Unleash a devastating wave of thunderous sound, dealing physical and magical damage to all that get caught in the wave's wake. Deafens, stuns, and can cause internal damage to a large group of enemies caught in its area of effect.
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"You, are a beauty." Corwyn muttered, hefting up the somewhat heavier hammer.
He threaded a bit of his Aura into the weapon but frowned as he realized it'd take thrice as much Aura he just put into it to upgrade its Quality. An amount of Aura that he also realized was around two to three times as much Aura he had as Native Corwyn!
His own Aura had fused and compounded, creating some sort of giga soul. Corwyn had been within the top 0.01% of Auric Capacity, a juggernaut in the arena, which made fighting the highly armored young man all the more impossible for some of his classmates. He was, after all, in the top five of his class within practicals. Yet, even now, with his soul becoming even larger, he somehow required a disgusting amount of Aura for him to upgrade his items from Elite to...Unique.
Placing the hammer down by the head, he resolved to test the enchantment later, but for now he had other objectives with his tests.
Corwyn took up the journal he was using to write his semblance information in. He inspected it with a keen eye, calling on his Semblance and drawing for conceptual knowledge to dredge forth information on his chosen quarry. He found that it was a Mundane object, the realm below Magic. He didn't have any notes of its inherent craftsmanship or quality, as it was just a plain jane Notebook.
He then focused on the concepts surrounding the notebook and was utterly flabbergasted.
'Spells?' He wondered as he was flashed with runic inspiration and drawings, ideas written in ink of ancient and old spells locked away by time. He realized that there were two ways he could cast these spells.
Corwyn wasn't any sort of Wizard; he had no real magic to himself, although he personally liked having his Semblances more than any magic; figuring with the right kit, no Wizard or Witch could possibly rival him at his peak. However, the potential of casting magic was huge!
The two ways he figured he could do so were scrolls and grimoires.
Scrolls were the disposable single-use option, but easy to make and manufacture. He tasted the drainage amount of his slowly regenerating soul, figuring that at his best he could create a total of twenty or so 'mid-range' spells that were the stereotypical 'Lightning Bolt' and 'Fireball'. The higher ranges that could cause environmental damage on a region would require him to break his soul once or twice to create; these were rough estimates based on tested soul drain and crude mathematics, but he felt like he was somewhere within the ballpark.
Corwyn personally liked Scrolls, as he knew they were only usable by him and for him, so such dangerous objects wouldn't ever be used against him. They were effectively cost-effective grenades and 'oh-fuck' buttons that only required quality pieces of parchment or paper, and an hour or two of drawing out the needed diagrams and rune schematics he'd need for the conceptualization of the scroll. Infusing Dust within their creation would all-together reduce the cost of Aura by a factor of twenty to thirty percent and allow him to cheaply draw on certain elemental effects!
The other option, Grimoires, was the more permanent option. Much like his 'Set Gear', this would be the 'lacking versatility', but 'greater power' risk/reward system. From his understanding, Corwyn could purchase a quality book and or tome, before assigning it an element through Dust Infusion; much like his weapons and armor being Lightning Forged. A theoretical Lightning Forged Book would become an elementally specific Grimoire that could store a specific amount of spells within its pages and 'refresh' these stored spells with Dust, Time, or Aura.
'I am loving this Semblance more and more.' Corwyn grinned widely, absolutely ecstatic by this discovery as he stroked his journal's cover. The journal that he was writing in was actually a rather expensive book, but it was given to him as a gift a long while ago by his last foster family; they were kind to him, but it was a very bitter-sweet goodbye.
Shaking his head from nostalgic memories, Corwyn focused.
'Upgrade my current gear-set, create a functional Grimoire, start production on Scrolls when I'm good on Aura and don't direly need to get my gear to form. Otherwise, I'll constantly experiment on what I can make.' Corwyn grinned as he stood up from his armory, only to frown.
He stroked his chin as he thought about what to do now.
'I don't need sleep or rest. Study, exercise, grind, train, regenerate Aura, meditate, 24/7, no stop.' Corwyn chuckled. He got up and then moved to a whiteboard he had set up in his room. It had his schedule all laid out for him, and with a quick wipe he started to restructure.
'Classes…skimp here, no lunch, good gym times, can't forget hygiene. Strength and speed style exercises, no need for endurance or stamina training. I'll change my fighting style to 'all-out-maximum-potential'; I can't gas out so fighting my hardest isn't a problem anymore.' Corwyn nodded as he fixed his schedule, 'I want to become exceptionally skilled with my Warhammer so fast and agile opponents aren't a concern anymore. Keep to my current diet; hope and pray to God that my Semblance picks up the slack in my expenditure in energy and my body's growth rate with the training I'm planning on undergoing. Overtraining is a Myth to Hunters, due to Aura, so high intensity training is best.' Corwyn started to sketch out a timetable over the week and then expanded that for the month, including diet plans, meal plans, small breaks, experimentation time for his Semblances, study time, homework, and potential guess as to when tests would take place after cracking open the syllabus for his various classes.
He worked late into the night, never flagging or getting bored or distracted, his new energy levels keeping him awake. The Amalgam fused together two men, both with the same name, but different across universes. The Earth Born was used to this kind of studying even if the more rough-and-tough street-smart Corwyn wasn't. He got out his textbooks, earmarked pages and wrote out a study plan that was entirely revolutionary to the Remnant Born Corwyn who was a somewhat average intellectual within classes.
On the other side, the Earth Born Corwyn would never be so motivated to actually write out a functional study plan and open a syllabus for his classes; but his other half was extremely motivated and was only growing more motivated due to their joint semblances. The potential they offered him, along with his second-self constantly being his number-one best fan kept him going as he flipped through dry math books and other general education things that Hunters were to learn along with combat.
His alarm rang and Corwyn slapped his work shut as he read through the course work for the next few weeks. He then got up once he'd finished, quickly took a shower and then bolted over to the gym. There he put to test his work-out routine, resting briefly as he used his Aura to regenerate his torn muscles at an accelerated rate. Once he'd thoroughly blasted his body in a brutal all-out intensity two-hour workout routine that he finished by 5AM, he went down to purchase breakfast from a sleepy kitchen.
The gruff man staffing the school's galley gave the orphan brat a pitiful look before continuing with his work.
Once he'd managed to scrounge his diet specific breakfast together, he feasted in a brief rush of five minutes before he was out the door and on an aerobic sprint around the campus grounds. That ended at six thirty where he went back to his dorm, took a quick shower, before heading for a second breakfast and then back to training.
At eight ten classes started, with Corwyn crunching through all of them with the same enthusiasm and interest he had before transmigration, although renewed from the perspective of someone who'd just filled some big shoes.
Classes passed by in a blink of an eye, and soon Corwyn was heading for lunch, which was also when his Aura had finished regenerating entirely. He'd been spending it throughout the day though testing various items he could enchant, so its regeneration which would normally take a few hours at best had been slowed to nearly fourteen what with the massive expenditure of Grand Enchantment.
Soon he was back in classes and slowly lost himself into the Grind.