The Magic Of Akademic

188 - White Seluring

Closing his eyes and trying to calm down, Amdara's breath was even irregular. He immediately opened his eyes. His hands are clenched strong. His feelings were suddenly very upset for what reason. His blue eye color changed to white. He stood up raising one hand which instantly made the stone he was previously sitting on explode. Darted out and directly attacked the surrounding forest with great force. Starting from the style of wind, fire, water, and ice he did to relieve the rumble in his chest. The feeling of wanting to destroy something continues to be felt in his heart, ears and also his mind.

A BAAM!

Like Amdara, he had an unusual aura. A dark aura that suppressed anyone. An aura that makes one's chest feel tight and frightened. Black smoke emerged from under the boy's feet. It turned into the shadow of a boy standing behind Amdara.

Amdara is losing control. He let go of the feeling that had been hidden all along. Feeling tired. A feeling of wanting to quickly find out the truth about his parents. It was not always following the wishes of this Sky Cloud Magic Academy.

The birds are flying in an uncertain direction of fear. They felt an incredible fear.

The loud thump was accompanied by the roar of lightning in the sky, and the clouds that had suddenly turned dark. The wind that continues to blow carries the air not wearing. There, Amdara stood with a sharp look. Many trees have been destroyed. I don't know where the feeling of calm, clear mind the boy had.

"I'm tired."

I think the boy wanted to scream loudly. Spilling all worry in the heart. He looked down, his eyes darkened. And looked up again with a grin that he had never shown before. He's flying higher and higher. His hand lifted, making an artificial rain in the sky accompanied by thunderous roars of lightning strike the tree that instantly burned out. The air that is made is no longer cold, but feels hot and stifling even though there is rain coming down.

In fact, that power affects the surrounding forest in a considerable distance. The demons who saw the unusual state of nature were made to hold their breath and shudder in horror, they instantly searched for a hiding place.

While Mon also felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders suddenly. He who was in the residence of Elder Haki was surprised instead of playing to see the previously bright clouds become unfriendly. The feeling of not wearing it came back. He immediately looked for Elder Haki to investigate this matter immediately.

No one knows that nature changes because of the uncontrollable power of Amdara. The boy lost his own identity.

A white sling suddenly appeared. Seluring is an heirloom thing. The white light made Amdara stare coldly.

The seluring went up and down as if talking. However, what happened Amdara instead described a fire in the direction of the crossing that immediately dodged.

A rhythm of calm sounded from the seluring. At first Amdara immediately closed the ear that was painful. His chest felt tight hearing the rhythm of calmness. He tried to stop the White Seluring who was stroking the rhythm of calmness. But it always failed as the flow of power within his body churned uncontrollably. The strange shadow behind him was like holding on to his head, as if he was feeling an excruciating pain. Amdara pressed chest. Spewing out a lump of black meat. The originally white eyes started to turn blue as usual. The dark aura slowly faded after the shadow disappeared.

Amdara collapsed, losing consciousness. Meanwhile, the white seluring still continued to issue a rhythm of calmness.

Amdara was unconscious for a long time. Until dusk has begun to show itself. Seluring White continues to float around Amdara with a rhythm of calm. When seen well, Amdara's eyes appear closed. He seemed to have fallen asleep very soundly without being disturbed by the increasingly cold air. It was as if the rhythm of calmness was completely washed away, calming down.

White is like having your own thoughts. Do not stop letting out the rhythm of tranquility even until the sun comes back up. The white seluring only took a day to wake the boy up.

In fact one week, just at night Amdara's eyes shook. Slowly his eyes began to open. The first thing he saw was White Seluring. Slowly Amdara woke up, watching the dark surroundings. He touched the painful head, remembering that he was meditating.

"How can ...?"

White Seluring flew right in front of the white-haired boy while hovering. Amdara blinked seeing this incident, he did not even remember taking out White Seluring. The Heirloom then pointed to an inscription on the ground. Amdara followed the lead.

"You're stupid. A human like you can control a dark aura. Embarrassment."

Amdara who read it gasped. He saw the White Seluring hovering and went back to writing. All this time the seluring did nothing. Then how did this happen?!

"Now you don't have much time. Practice quickly!"

Amdara held her head which grew sick. He glanced at the white strip and said coldly, "do you have a spirit?"

White Seluring was back to writing.

"No."

"Who controls you?"

"..."

Amdara noticed his inheritance. I don't know what happened before. Amdara's head aches when he thinks of this seluring.

"What happened before?"

Amdara tried to ask. White Seluring instead pointed to the first writing. Amdara knitted both eyebrows, puzzled. How could he possibly be controlled by the dark aura? That's pretty much impossible. But it is also impossible for this treasure to lie.

"How many days have I been unconscious?"

"One Week."

"..."

Amdara breathed a long breath. She was on her back with her arms as a pillow facing the night sky. This is the first incident he experienced. He closed his eyes for a moment to think. Is it possible that due to taking out too much power, he had lost control? Or because he kills too much? Makes sense! But Amdara thought something else. There is a possibility that this is an effect because it eliminates the Black Spirit too often.

Amdara seemed to have forgotten this, the more obliterated the Black Spirit the more dark aura it would envelop. When she was a child, Amdara did kill a lot, but the effects of the dark aura she got would only be felt if she had reached a certain level of obliterating the Black Spirit. Maybe Amdara has already reached that level! The effect of his dark aura was to lose control over him, and to diffuse or eliminate that dark aura required special handling. It's like soul cleansing. And it was done in the White Eagle Organization. There was no way Amdara would go to the White Eagle Organization for now. It's not easy being a 'spirit witherer'.

Amdara took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and saw this White Seluring flying right above him.

"Have you taken care of me this week?"

White Seluring it up and down like answering. Amdara nodded and said thank you. I don't know what Amdara would do to the sidelines.

Suddenly White Seluring hit Amdara's forehead, the boy was jolted. The message again points to the writing.

Amdara immediately got up, raising one eyebrow. Looks like this heirloom knows something.

"I understand. You know how to control my dark aura. You're gonna help me mentally train with you?"

The seluring is up and down. Amdara nodded and immediately sat down cross-legged nicely. Pay attention to the heirloom that is re-writing.

The first thing Amdara did was blow the seluring and sound the rhythm of calmness.

He did it well. Even Amdara's feelings were much better after sounding the rhythm of calmness. Amdara's mind became much calmer and clearer but the longer it blew, Amdara's stomach became more painful and like something was skinning. He thought it was because he had caught a cold or had not eaten, but suddenly his chest also felt tight. It was as if something was twitching in the stomach, going up to the chest and into the throat until Amdara spewed out a lump of black flesh. Amdara was obviously surprised, he did not know until it spewed out.

White seluring out of Amdara's hands and back to writing.

"That's a dark aura that freezes in your body. The more you vomit the better."

Amdara nodded in understanding. He went back to picking up the sidelines and playing a rhythm of calmness. Without asking much.

That night he continued to play the rhythm of tranquility. Several times he spewed out a similar thing, and the more often the blob got smaller.

After being said to feel enough, Amdara fiddled with the surfing. He had heard the rhythm being blown by Ang. He started to try, but suddenly the calm air turned stifling and the aura around him changed. Amdara stopped him immediately.

The seluring came off and wrote something.

"Mrama Death. You can play this rhythm only in certain moments and it should only be done for good. Hey, kiddo. Remember that's fine!"

Amdara nodded, he was again taught about other rhythms by the Heirloom. Amdara did not expect to get a lesson by 'objects'.