(Attendances… plz…)
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In the afternoon, Gojo found that learning magic was the perfect cure for his oldest and most persistent enemy: boredom.
The feeling of a new power system, a new set of rules to understand and then inevitably break, was a welcome distraction.
With his Six Eyes, he didn't just learn; he saw.
He could perceive the "gate" within himself that Emilia mentioned, the gate that allowed the people of this world to draw in mana from the atmosphere and shape it into reality.
He also met the famous Puck, who turned out to be a small, cat-like spirit that floated around Emilia like a fuzzy, overprotective father.
Gojo found the dynamic bizarrely amusing. Puck called Emilia his daughter, and she treated him like family.
For a moment, Gojo wondered if Emilia was part spirit, but she was, as she'd said, half-human and half-elf. He didn't pry into their family situation; it wasn't his business unless she made it his business.
What truly fascinated him was his own affinity.
Puck, being a powerful spirit with deep knowledge of magic, had helped assess it. Unsurprisingly, Gojo's innate talent leaned heavily towards the "Yin" element, the space type related magic. It was perfectly like his own Cursed Techniques.
Now in the afternoon, he was strolling back to his room. Emilia had gone to continue her studies, and Puck, after giving him a few suspicious glares, had followed her. Gojo reached his door, turned the handle, and opened it.
What greeted him was not his room.
He wasn't living in a massive, floor-to-ceiling library that seemed to stretch into like forever. He was sure of it. Yet, here it was. The massive library.
In the very center of the vast room, a small girl sat on a stool, a thick, heavy book open in her lap. She had cream-colored hair tied into two large, drill-like pigtails and wore an elaborate frilly dress.
She looked to be about eleven years old, with an appearance so cute it seemed straight from anime.
But Gojo's eyes saw more. He saw the butterfly-shaped pupils in her pinkish-red eyes and not to mention the faint, powerful aura of mana surrounding her. He knew what she was instantly.
"A small spirit?" he said, his voice echoing slightly in the silent library.
The little girl's brow furrowed, her cute face twisting into an angry scowl. "Who are you calling a small spirit?!" she snapped, her voice surprisingly sharp and commanding. "Betty is a Great Spirit! But a weakling like you wouldn't know the difference, I suppose!"
Gojo stepped into the library, letting the door click shut behind him. He looked at the little girl, who was now staring at him intently, and a slow grin spread across his face. "A hot-tempered little spirit in a human form? Wow. Yuji would have loved you, I suppose."
He wasn't the least bit offended by her insult. If anything, he was amused. The little girl, Beatrice, seemed even angrier now. "Betty is not a small spirit! And are you trying to pick a fight with Betty, I suppose?!"
Gojo shook his head, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "No, no. Why would I fight a child, I suppose? People might think I'm trying to bully you, I suppose."
Beatrice looked like she'd had enough of his mocking. She lifted one small hand, her expression furious. "Hmph!"
A sudden, violent gust of wind erupted from her, slamming into Gojo with the force of a physical blow. Books rattled on the shelves around him, but the man himself didn't even flinch. The powerful magical attack simply dissipated inches from his body, hitting an invisible, absolute barrier and vanishing into nothing.
Beatrice's eyes widened in shock. Her attack had done nothing. Absolutely nothing. Gojo stood exactly where he was, his lazy smile still in place.
"Not so weak, I suppose?" she said.
"My, my," Gojo said, his voice laced with amusement. "Not even a 'hi' to your guest? Straight to trying to blow them away with wind magic." He wagged a finger at her. "Now that's just cruel, coming from a cute little lady like you."
Beatrice stared at him, her butterfly pupils constricting slightly. "Why are you grinning like some idiot, I suppose?!"
"Huh? Not only rude, but you insult my handsome face and smile, too," Gojo said, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "How can you be so cute and have such a foul mouth? Don't you care about my poor, little heart?"
"Betty doesn't care about some creepy man barging into Betty's library with a creepy smile," she retorted, her pigtails bouncing as she shook her head.
"Let's get one thing straight," Gojo said, holding up a finger. "It was a smile. Just a smile. Not a creepy smile. And second," he added, looking around the vast library, "this is my room. Though I don't remember putting in for a renovation."
"This is not your room, as you can plainly see, I suppose!" Beatrice huffed.
"What's your name, oh great spirit?" Gojo asked, ignoring her protest.
Beatrice just glared at him, crossing her arms and turning her head away, deciding to give him the silent treatment.
"Wow, the silent treatment now?" Gojo said. He walked over to her and started poking her gently on the top of her head with his index finger. Poke. Poke. Poke.
Annoyed by the incessant poking, Beatrice decided to end this. She reached out and grabbed his hand, intending to drain every last drop of mana from his body. It was a simple, effective way to deal with intruders. But as her small hand closed around his, nothing happened. She could feel the connection, but no mana flowed into her. The problem, she was sure, was not on her end.
"Whoa, touching my hand so suddenly," Gojo said with a playful lilt in his voice.
"Why isn't it working?!" Beatrice muttered, more to herself than to him, her eyes wide with confusion.
"Was touching my hand supposed to do something?" Gojo asked, feigning innocent curiosity.
Beatrice snatched her hand back. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "And why are you here disturbing Betty?!"
"Well, I didn't know there were more people in this goddamn big mansion," Gojo said, listing them off on his fingers. "I thought it was just two rude maids, a suspicious owner with a clown fetish, Emilia, and that cat-spirit, Puck."
Beatrice's expression changed at the mention of the name. "You know Bubby?"
"Oh, you know him?" Gojo replied. "He did mention there was one more spirit in the mansion with a magic affinity like mine. So, your name is Beatrice, huh? Betty for short. And you like to refer to yourself in the third person. That's your style."
"Betty does not do that!" she declared indignantly.
"But you do. And you just did," Gojo pointed out with a grin.
"Betty is liking the creepy man with the creepy smile less and less, I suppose," she muttered.
Gojo's grin widened. "Gojo is finding Betty's way of speaking rather funny," he said, perfectly mimicking her speech pattern. "But Gojo is stopping himself from laughing so it doesn't break Betty's heart."
"Don't copy Betty, I suppose!" she snapped.
"Gojo is just referring to himself in the third person," he replied innocently. "Gojo is not copying Betty…"
Beatrice's patience finally hit rock bottom. With an angry "Hmph!", she floated up from her stool. Shadows coalesced around her, forming sharp, tendril-like spikes that shot towards Gojo with deadly intent. And just like the wind before, they stopped dead in their tracks, inches from his body, unable to penetrate his infinity that surrounded him.
Gojo's smile never wavered. "Gojo is thinking," he said casually, "that maybe he teased the cute Betty a little too much."
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A/N: I dont know how to fast pace this… well good night.. join my discord.
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