Four Legs, Two Legs, Three Legs, And... [Medeia, Mura]

”Kind of… I’ve just had a knack for it for as long as I remember,” Mura elaborated. He’d been physically fit ever since he was young, always full of energy and capable of lifting heavy furniture, outrun his father, and beat up groups of bullies by the time he turned 10. Not exactly overlord-level feats, but he knew he was for the martial art life long ago. It was tough to actually integrate into the dojo at first – but as time passed, and lectures and homework meant less and less, he felt more and more drawn to the disciplinary routines at the dojo, and it led to this.

“Grief… shit, that doesn’t sound like a good motivator for channeling magical powers,” Mura expressed with a raised brow, “I don’t really get why it’d work more efficiently when you have a specific emotion surfacing up. It’s still your power, right? Shouldn’t it be efficient all the time?”

Damn… she just called her past self garbage. Seriously, what on earth- I mean, who on earth made her change this starkly? Or was she always struggling deep inside, only leading her morals to the surface here and now? In the end, Mura might never find the answer… but sure. It was miles better than having her as an enemy.

An ally was always preferred, especially one who could manipulate lightning. The Head Master would be head-over-heels with her – imagine the sort of Iaijutsu you could practice with lightning-fast movements! Ah, but she didn’t look like the sword-wielding kind of lady, so maybe that would never come to fruition. Oh well.

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“Scary…” Mura commented. Nuff said, her powers sounded a bit occult in that regard – but wasn’t all magic by definition occult? Even her attire betrayed a tone of… British? Like fancy, fine British nobility? Or whatever he read in history books…

Oh, the bank was coming into view. “Don’t wanna get nosey, but… j-just how much did that prickly client put on the Head Master’s head master head?”