Fredrick entered the guild, exhausted from all the construction work. Slouching over to a table, and flopping into a chair, he took out his bag of pills from Porlyusica and popped one into his mouth. He then turned to Angela. "Excuse me, Ms. Angela, what do you have to eat around here?" he asked.
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Back in his manor's back yard, Fabian placed the flowers he brought into the vase before the stone marker. It's been centuries since Fabian had lost the woman he loved, and he wished he could have spent one more romantic evening with her before her passing away. But death was as natural a thing as life, and even though she died from abnormal causes, she would have died by now, regardless. It was another burden he accepted with the choice he made.
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Jeanne had finally arrived at the clearing Cyrus always trained at. Broken training posts and combat dummies littered the area, and there were small cave-ins and craters in the ground. Standing at the very center of the mess was Cyrus himself. His breath heaved in and out of his lungs, sweat and blood dripping from his bruised hands, where some small bits of his skin were worn away at the knuckles and sides. That dolt. Has he been training this whole time without rest?! Jeanne mentally sighed. "Hey, Cyrus?" she called out. Cyrus didn't respond. "Cyrus how about you come home? You need to rest!" She said, taking a step out of the brush and stopping when Cyrus's hand twitched, then clenched into a fist.
"One more time..." he muttered, lifting his slouched head back up.
"Wait, what?" Jeanne asked, perplexed. "What do you mean, one more t-" Then a red aura burst from him as he activated his Astral Engine Strength spell. "Cyrus, what are you up to?" With a yell, Cyrus began channeling what little energy was left in him, and activated his Speed spell as well. The aura changed slowly between the fierce red and the drifting blue colors. H-he actually managed to activate two boosts simultaneously! Jeanne thought, amazed. But Cyrus wasn't finished. With a roar much like someone turning into a super sayian, he activated a third boost: Endurance. The three colors of these boosts, red blue, and green, were now alternating at an accelerating rate. The ground under his feet shattered. Then, all at once, the aura snapped out of sight, and Cyrus collapsed like a dead weight. Jolting herself from her stunned status at this, Jeanne quickly hurried to his side and checked his vitals; his heart rate and breathing were a little faster than average, but that aside, he was okay. "What am I gonna do with you, you reckless idiot...?" she sighed, rolling up his pant legs and removing the weights from them. Once she put them in the nearby shed of training equipment, she carried Cyrus back home.
