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Time: 6:00 AM
The early rays of morning filtered through the curtains as Jimmy glanced at the glowing page on his Codex.
[Name: Pheanolix]
[Attribute: fire, flying]
[Level: primary 1th level (95/200) +]
[Gender: male]
[characteristics: -
Azure Flame: grade E (5/1000) + Status (easy to use), Introduction ( a cold flame that can heal himself and others, can make body parts like feather.)
[Skills: Spark (Tier 1: 1/100) +, Peck (Tier 1: 1/100) +, Tail flare (Tier 1: 1/100) +]
[Points: (0) +]
"He's going to be naughty," he told Luna.
Pheanolix sat curled at the foot of the bed, blinking slowly—then, suddenly, popped up and began darting around the room. Trails of harmless, glowing sparks scorched tiny black dots into the furniture and floors as he playfully tumbled through curtains, cushions, and clothes.
"Hey!" Jimmy caught him mid-dash and gently placed him inside the Taming Zone—a dimensional space tethered to his Codex, designed for temporary holding.
The world inside was quiet, an endless, shimmering blue with nothing to play with.
Pheanolix blinked. Then frowned. Then wailed—a long, echoing chirp of pure distress.
Jimmy tapped the crystal's side and said gently, "Behave or you stay here."
Inside, the tiny bird's eyes teared up as he looked toward Jimmy's voice, fluttering his stubby wings in protest. "tatata dum dum dumtata...." The sadness hit harder than Jimmy expected.
"…Alright, alright."
He called Pheanolix out and placed him gently on Luna's head. Luna gave the fledgling a firm, motherly glance and whispered something softly. Whatever she said, it worked—Pheanolix stopped flailing and simply nestled against her mane, puffing out a soft, satisfied chirp.
Jimmy glanced at the clock. 6:15 AM.
Again he checked Luna's data after a long fight.
[Name: Ondinceic ]
[Type: Water / Ice / Electric]
[Level: Intermediate – 8th Stage (295 / 1000)]
[characteristics: -
Water body: grade B (16000/50000) + Status (easy to use), Introduction (can make body cells change and integrate themselves into water).
Easy swim: grade B (18000/50000) + Status (easy to use), Introduction (in water weather, the speed becomes twice as fast as before).
Pray for rain: grade D (2200/5000) + Status (available), Introduction (in any weather can call for rain up to 3 times. Can increase with Proficiency).
Electric absorption and storage: grade C(8000/20000) + Status (available) absorb or storage electricity from the environment or attacks to power themselves (like a battery).
Static Discharge: grade B (14000/50000) + Status (easy to use) Can release small bursts of electricity on contact — useful for defence or intimidation]
[Skills: Healing Light (Tier 4: 6500/10000) +, Water Gun (Tier 4: 3340/10000) +, Bubble beam (Tier 4: 3100/10000) +, Water wave (Tier 4: 3170/10000), Water Mist (Tier 4: 3950/10000) +, Aqua Jet (Tier 3: 1940/2000) +, Electric Shock (Tier 3: 1830/2000) +, Electric Bite (Tier 3: 604/2000) +, Tackle (Tier 4: 1900/2000) +, Slam (Tier 2: 485/500) +, Stomp (Tier 2: 455/500) +, Aqua smash (Tier 3: 654/2000) +, Zigzag turn (Tier 3: 1251/2000) +, volt charge (Tier 2: 495/500) +, shadow clone (tier 3: 1890/2000) +, energy conversion (Tier 3: 1750/2000) +, icy wind (tier 1: 85/100) +, ice ball (tier 1: 95/100) +, icy fang (tier 1: 57/100) +, lightning call (Tier 1: 55/100)+, electromagnetic wave (Tier 1: 3/100)+, rain prayer (Tier 1: 2/100) +, rain dance (Tier 1: 1/100) +]
Points: (610) +]
Jimmy smiled.
"The Sundial Whisp helped her well… She is totally near the evolve time."
He gently looked at Luna, who was coiled peacefully on the floor nearby, quietly radiating soft, frost-touched breath.
Just then, Bruno rolled into the room wearing a slightly stained apron.
"Breakfast is ready, Jimmy."
Jimmy nodded, rubbing his eyes. His stomach grumbled in approval.
He turned to the tiny, bright-eyed bird waddling around with mischief.
"Hmm… What should I name you…?"
He whispered to himself, glancing at the way the bird's soft azure flames swirled with hints of ember and grace.
"Phoenix… Peacock… Flame... Feathers…"
Then it clicked.
"Peeko"
The bird chirped with an excited "Tatata!" as if accepting the name.
Jimmy laughed lightly and turned to Luna.
"Come on. We've got a fight today."
Luna nodded silently, strong as ever.
Jimmy gently lifted Pheanolix from her back, about to place him there again—but then paused.
He glanced nervously at his half-burnt sofa and splattered curtains from earlier.
"Maybe not just yet..."
Instead, he sat the tiny bird in his palm.
"One day, we'll fight like that together."
Pheanolix tilted his head, confused—then turned toward Luna.
A bright, energetic squeak:
"Dumta! Dumta… tatata—!"
And he jumped down, bolting around the ground again. Jimmy gave chase for fun.
Luna, amused, joined in, and the living room became a whirlwind of snowflakes, sparkles, and laughter.
🔍 Quick Security Sweep – Before Leaving
Just before leaving, a thought crossed Jimmy's mind.
He closed his eyes and extended his Sensor Pulse—a simple detection scan that only worked within a small radius. But it was enough.
"…There."
Five small foreign devices, cleverly hidden in corners of his garden. Spying relics left by police… or maybe Arcana.
Jimmy's expression grew cold.
He raised his hand.
⚡ Zap! – Electromagnetic Wave
❄️ Crack! – Icy Shard
🔥 Fwoosh! – Final burn, by flint and matchstick.
The devices crumbled, frozen, then incinerated to ash.
🚲 Ride to School – 9:30 AM
With Luna perched beside him and Pheanolix now fast asleep in the Mind Garden, Jimmy took his cycle and pedalled toward the school's back gate.
As Jimmy arrived at school, he didn't bother greeting the new guard. The last one had insulted him; this one only stared blankly.
Jimmy made his way directly toward the Class B practice ground—a familiar stretch of reinforced combat sand.
A large crowd was already there.
Not the whole school.
Just Class B.
They turned as Jimmy arrived.
"You ready, Jimmy?"
Jimmy gave a simple nod.
🧑🏫 School Grounds – Class B Practice Zone
Just as the students began stretching and prepping for the match, a voice cut through the air.
"What are you doing out here so early?"
It was their class instructor and respected Veyrith Academy official. She looked half-exhausted and half-annoyed.
One of the students stepped forward with a grin.
"Jimmy said last week he'd fight us. All of us. Alone."
Theora blinked.
"You're ganging up on him?"
Another chimed in smugly,
"No no, ma'am. He offered. Said it would be fun."
A few laughed.
But the teacher's face changed when he remembered the news from last night—the police incident near Veyrith's edge.
He stepped forward, speaking more quietly this time. Just saying as he don't know what happen.
"Jimmy… I heard something happened near your house. That... energy event... Police visited you, right?"
Jimmy looked up slowly and typed calmly into his device:
"Yes, sir. But I still want to do this."
There was a pause.
"…Are you sure?"
He nodded once more.
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Veyrith Academy – Training Grounds | 9:50 AM
A crisp morning wind rustled the field grass. The faint chirp of birds was drowned beneath the hum of eager chatter.
Rows of students from Class B gathered, stretching, murmuring, and glancing toward a single figure standing silently across from them.
Jimmy.
His black coat swayed in the breeze. Blindfold still in place, expression unreadable, he stood calmly, hands in his pockets—alone.
The ground had been cleared for combat. A circular perimeter of stone markers defined the match zone. The students present today numbered 25 out of 40—but that was more than enough.
"Alright," said Class teacher, stepping forward, her clipboard in hand. He eyed both sides, then raised his voice.
"Since this match is informal and approved for in-class rivalry, I'll serve as the witness and judge. Jimmy, are you certain?"
Jimmy nodded once.
He turned to the crowd. "This is not official tournament format—there are no rounds or resets. Twenty-five of you have volunteered to face a solo opponent in sequence or all at once—by your choice."
A murmur of excitement.
Some students smirked. Others cracked their knuckles or checked their data spheres.
Class teacher narrowed his eyes. "If anyone crosses the boundaries or targets outside allowed rules, I'll cancel the fight immediately."
Silence.
Then, a student in the front row—Rek, a stocky boy with a red scarf—grinned. "We know, Miss. We're just giving him what he asked for. One vs twenty-five, right?"
Class teacher gave him a warning glance. "He didn't ask. He accepted."
Then, he looked back at Jimmy.
"Jimmy... are you ready?"
He typed a short response on his portable translator.
"Let's get it over with."
From the back, someone shouted mockingly, "Trying to act cool again, freak?"
Rek cracked his neck. "He'll fold after five minutes. Watch this."
Ms. Theora sighed, then lifted her hand high.
"Begin."