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Day Eight.
Chirithy meets Foreteller Gula in his chamber, up in the tallest tower of the Union. The Foreteller has his mask on his lap, a book in hand, and his own Chirithy settled on his shoulder.
For all that he is a Keyblade Master, with his mask off, Gula doesn’t look any older than his students. He’s short, slight, boyish, with messy blond hair. In the shared memory of the Chirithys, he has always been like this, never changing.
“Tell your keybearer I’ve updated his Text with records and notes on Light-elemental techniques from other students,” Gula says, without looking up. “From every Union except Anguis and Ursus.”
Chirithy blinks. “Anguis and Ursus haven’t been adding their notes to the record? How is anyone meant to learn -- …”
“Anguis has always kept to themselves. Ursus has become a lot more insular in the last few months, too,” Gula says. “I guess Invi and Aced don’t trust anyone these days.”
Chirithy considers asking for more, but a sharp look from Gula’s Chirithy warns him not to.
“I’ll have Eden start on training himself in these techniques.”
“Do,” Gula says, turning a page. “It doesn’t seem like we have much time left.”
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Chirithy wakes Eden at noon, with strict instructions to start training. As Eden trudges through the dormitory, he picks up his fair share of helpers: Izana, Alvis and Freyra, the last of which quickly explain that Queenie, Luso, and Adelle are out on a Heartless Suppression Mission.
They head to the street behind the Union, and get started on the techniques other students had made notes on -- techniques with names ranging from the grandiose (‘Radiant Raid’) to the vague (‘Glowy Stab Stab Thing’).
After an hour, Eden’s footwork and stances are nearly perfect.
After eight hours, night has fallen, and Eden has yet to perform even a single one of the techniques, or even a facsimile of one.
“These things take time,” Izana says.
Day Nine.
Eden trains -- interspersed with occasional sparring sessions with Alvis -- for eight hours.
He fails to perform any of the techniques.
Day Ten.
Eden trains for eight hours.
He fails to perform any of the techniques.
Day Eleven.
“These things take time,” Izana says, weakly, as an attempt at ‘Glowy Stab Stab Thing’ produces stabbing but no glowing, or even a single spark of energy.
Eden trains for two hours more after Izana leaves.
Unsuccessfully.
Day Twelve.
Eden trains for eight hours.
He fails to perform any of the techniques.
“Let’s take a break and then come back to it,” Queenie says.
They take a break and come back to it. Queenie talks him through each technique as best she can, and they practise them for four hours.
Eden fails to perform any of the techniques.
Day Thirteen.
“These things take time,” Izana says, and Eden throws a rock at his face.
Chirithy meets Foreteller Gula in his chamber, up in the tallest tower of the Union. The Foreteller has his mask on his lap, a book in hand, and his own Chirithy settled on his shoulder.
For all that he is a Keyblade Master, with his mask off, Gula doesn’t look any older than his students. He’s short, slight, boyish, with messy blond hair. In the shared memory of the Chirithys, he has always been like this, never changing.
“Tell your keybearer I’ve updated his Text with records and notes on Light-elemental techniques from other students,” Gula says, without looking up. “From every Union except Anguis and Ursus.”
Chirithy blinks. “Anguis and Ursus haven’t been adding their notes to the record? How is anyone meant to learn -- …”
“Anguis has always kept to themselves. Ursus has become a lot more insular in the last few months, too,” Gula says. “I guess Invi and Aced don’t trust anyone these days.”
Chirithy considers asking for more, but a sharp look from Gula’s Chirithy warns him not to.
“I’ll have Eden start on training himself in these techniques.”
“Do,” Gula says, turning a page. “It doesn’t seem like we have much time left.”
Chirithy wakes Eden at noon, with strict instructions to start training. As Eden trudges through the dormitory, he picks up his fair share of helpers: Izana, Alvis and Freyra, the last of which quickly explain that Queenie, Luso, and Adelle are out on a Heartless Suppression Mission.
They head to the street behind the Union, and get started on the techniques other students had made notes on -- techniques with names ranging from the grandiose (‘Radiant Raid’) to the vague (‘Glowy Stab Stab Thing’).
After an hour, Eden’s footwork and stances are nearly perfect.
After eight hours, night has fallen, and Eden has yet to perform even a single one of the techniques, or even a facsimile of one.
“These things take time,” Izana says.
Day Nine.
Eden trains -- interspersed with occasional sparring sessions with Alvis -- for eight hours.
He fails to perform any of the techniques.
Day Ten.
Eden trains for eight hours.
He fails to perform any of the techniques.
Day Eleven.
“These things take time,” Izana says, weakly, as an attempt at ‘Glowy Stab Stab Thing’ produces stabbing but no glowing, or even a single spark of energy.
Eden trains for two hours more after Izana leaves.
Unsuccessfully.
Day Twelve.
Eden trains for eight hours.
He fails to perform any of the techniques.
“Let’s take a break and then come back to it,” Queenie says.
They take a break and come back to it. Queenie talks him through each technique as best she can, and they practise them for four hours.
Eden fails to perform any of the techniques.
Day Thirteen.
“These things take time,” Izana says, and Eden throws a rock at his face.
