Immediately afterwards

Ancil went forth to make a few purchases.

He had skills and spells on his mind.

Magic existed. It was all around really.

But it had mostly fallen out of favor.

Why spend time and possibly great effort to learn a school of magical thought?

When you could just aquire a core from a monster of your choice.

You wanted a fire spell? kill a fire monster. Gaining ancess to its skills and abilities. If that was to far out of your reach.

Go for a fire technique.

Techniques were split amongst sects based on weapon. Ancil was paying the sword sect a visit today.

Ancil was actually a closet spell fanboy. He still thought magic was cool.

Something he'd be teased for if word got out.

But ever since he was young as fuck his foundest disire was to be a great magus.

If he could squeeze it in he would also visit the magic sect to see if any spells responded to his presence.

If any spell or chant resonated with him.

It was his for the taking.

The more practiced Ancil became at trying to activate the spells he had an affinity for,

The essence of those spells would carve out extra pathways in his energy body so they can escape and activate.

Needs over wants though is why he made his was to acquire the technique he'd come to want after giving it much thought: Sword Shower.

A single thrust that created swords of light projectiles. At close range it was devestating.

It didnt have an elemental affinity and the number of swords something was like: raw talent + control = "x" amount of swords.

As a beginner with no techniques, becaused he had saved so long just for this one technique. Ancil was conservative with himself.

He'd probably be able to manifest 1-2 addictional swords, that could only attack strait foward at his control level.

That was fine though that would increase his survival rate exponentially.

And as he comprehended it more it would grow stronger until it became like a trump card.

The thoughts of a million swords descending on his enemies like hapless prey. Caused him to laugh maniacly to himself...outloud sort of outrageously at that.

He came to himself infront of the sword sect academy.

Slightly aware of people in his sorrounding glacing at him like he was disturbed.

Giving Ancil an extra amount of space.

Never know what a crazy might do.

Chuckling at his own irreverence. He walk into the sect.

The sword sect was almost built like a small stadium.

Hard packed sand covered in evenly spaced sparring dummies. Seeped in high rank world energy

The straw on these bad boys was hard to even chip. Perfect for trying out new techniques before taking them out to the real world.

Where putting your confidence in things you never reallied on before might cost ya.

The sparring dummies could even attack and defend itself.

Under the training grounds, Was the SwordSects Technique library.

A wide room that streched far back.

filled with sqaut pillars connected to thick panes of crystal resembling glass.

The crystaline display showcased shadowed out martial artists using the various techniques.

Sword Shower was in the midst of all this. He knew exactly where it was but this time he had come to buy not to gawk.

he motioned to garner the attention of a

Attendant.

A mature swordwoman strode towards him. In skin tight dark leathers covered by a loose flowing red robe.

She was extremely beautiful with a lush figure many times younger than her age would suggest.

At her hip casually rested a plain sword made by a master smith.

"How may i help to temper the young sword?"

I nodded respectively.

"I wish to aquire and inscribe my first technique. I have my eyes locked on SwordShower."

Lady SwordElder eye brow rose

"your sure? I was expecting something more grand and powerful. Something you couldnt even use"

She must get that alot.

"Nah i was going for affordable and practical"

"What a sharp young sword. Follow me"

The place was crowded with sword enthusiast. Both young and old. The library was open to the public.

Alot of them alot younger than him. Eagerness filling mind and heart shinning forth from the eyes.

Lady sword elder ending up leading him to a corner of the building,

stoping infront of a somewhat blurry from dust, partially cracked pane.

It Showcased SwordShower.

A mighty swordsman floated into the sky with a light hop..

A simply downward thrust unleashed a sky full of swords.

The swords were extremely detailed, many of which were exquisitely designed.

The swords fell in one centralised location with great force.

It went unused because out of the box it wasnt as advertised.

Thats why Ancil thought the Swordsman was great.

It was hard to manifest 10 let alone enough to make the swords fall like rain.

Its was a truly profound sword art

Techques were like slips of glowing paper

Anyons could get one either purchase it or find it in the wild.

Or get them given to you if your a lucky wealthy asshole! (Fuck you gentry!)

The kicker was it was like body art you only had so much space on your body.

Simi permanent. There for life unless willing to go through a costly removal process.

Ancil cringed.

He heard far to many cautionary tales of people making poor and dunder thud desicions that were costly in pain (money)and suffering (sensation of removal).

Techniques are actually sown on to the skin.

An acupuncturist takes the golden slip (a copy) youve selected and stitches into your body.Under your skin.

Its a world essence thing. Techniques perversely feel good going on.

Ancil was going throught that process.

It felt cooling and tingly.

Getting it taken off would feel like getting your skin ripped off.

It was an interesting duality.

The process didnt take long.

All the while the sword Elder hovered and chatted.

If Ancil didnt know better he'd think the long hair, big breasted older woman wanted to be a sheath tonight.

He shook the thoughts loose.

If honest with himself he was just a little to chicken shit to try.

"Because ive take a liking to you,

heathen that you are, ill give you acess to a rare technique and foot the bill."

Ancil smiled coyly.

Wondering if she had found out a way to read minds.

Or if his body language was so easy to read. Of course he wanted a rare technique. he awaited the other boot to drop.

"It can only go two places. the nape of the neck or the forehead, you will also be required to check in with me, to discuss the insights you gain from it."

i could either look silly or feel a tad bit of pain, and she required me to visit her regularly.i rose up from laying on my stomach

Looking at her ass and hips all the while. Even when thanking the attendant.

She was turned away.

Ancil didnt have to think much on it.

He agreed.

Greed and lust at war within his mind his heart as the battlefield.

She turned around with a technique in her grip. A stylized eye. It was closed.

She nodded at the attendant.

An acupuncturist, a silent, skilled gentleman. In professionalism he seemed to be ignoring our by-play.

Ancil sighed and layed back on his chest.

"Dont forget to visit"

Ancil looked back before turning around with a wave.

"Trust that i wont SwordGoddess!" He left with a smile on his face. She was hot.

ElderSword Eliza smiled to herself.

He'd be back when the weirdness kicked in.

Only one magic sect florished in Denjiv.

The Spectrum was located in the center of the city.

All the spells that were ever gathered was located in one place.

The knowledge gained a sort of sentience.

Splitting itself into colors and paths of its own violition.

The colors coresponding to the pools of magick.

White for light magic

Black for dark magic

Red for Warmagick

Gold for Solarmagic 

Silver for lunar

Green for Naturemagic

The pools made a spectacular light show.

Entrace was free to whoever.

Sometimes people like to kick it.

Sit back, enjoy the vibe and see peoples attempts to conjol, and even grovel sometimes.

Alot of embarrassing moments seen here.

Getting the marking required for you to attract the attention of the Magical-Mind cost. Time was money.

Ancil paid for and went through the process with out complaint.

He practicality ran to the room the pools were residing in.

Ancil felt part of himself fall away.

Thousand of times sitting in the poolpit chamber with no reaction.

Now awakened to world energy. With the proper markings in place. He felt it.

The pools felt like a distant part of him.

One felt warm and inviting.

Like standing in the sun on a warm day.

The other part of himself felt qorrelsome and contentious.

Ready to explode in controlled and directed violence.

Capable of great mayhem.

The two parts of himself Were reacting.

feeling a pressure building pushing for the three parts of him to converge into one being.

Not sure if fighting the process would damage his meridians.

Ancil didnt resist. eager to feel whole.

Once he felt his body arrive in the center of the poolpit.

The convergance started.

All these Alien concepts and feelings invaded his psyche. Swallowed his mind rubbed its dirty tongue around his brain. Leaving behind residue.

Visibly the magic pools of two colors started to writhe and contort.

Fragments rising away from the whole.

These different colored pieces Forming identical twins of Ancil.

Who stood atop the their respective pools like gods.

Capable of walking on water like solid ground.

In unison the Ancils marched forth.

The golden Ancil wore a smile. Raised a sense of warm majesty.

The airs Sun Ancil gave of were approachable, honest, loyal.

It left hand reached out like an embrace.

Dispite what it portrayed True Ancil knew it could be harsh and unforgiving as the sun. Still he didnt reject its offer.

The other Ancil was a Crimson being.

Like drench in blood and wore shadows like it was clothing.

Its were crazed yet straight forward in its madness.

Its was war in its on glory.

Ancil could feel countless battle taking places around the world just by locking gazes with it.

Cruel, Uncarring, Utterly Casual.

But sometimes necessary.

Wars right hand held out as it marched in time with the Sun.

Ancil would never turn his back on his blessings.

He extended both his hands inviting these foreign beings into his life.

Into himself.

A little eagerly War and Sun grasped hands with True Ancil.

Eyed one another warily before grasping hands themselves.

For a time trio of Ancils just stood still.

To outward appearances thats all that happened before the three became one.

Inwardly Ancil felt grealtly change. Having come to know parts of himself in ways he never knew existed.

He felt, experienced, and learned much.

He could cast one spell in war magic: Breach. Through communion with War. (Mostly in pictogram like images that somehow made perfect sense?)

It broke down weakened magical shields and barriers.

It also weakened physical defenses like armors. I thanked Almighty War.

Sun gave Ancil Tireless: while under the Sun Ancil would have replenishing endurance.

Making it possible to sprint for hours and fight immediately after if he choose. Or just fight tirelessly.

The last spell was Sky's Son: exhausted World energy would recover faster. Wounds would Recover 100% better under direct sunlight.

Ancil felt extremely enthusiastic.

But he was tired.

Trying not to let his good furtune spur him into misfurtune like say going into the wild in the dark and with a lack of sleep for his first real visit.

Happy for once in a long time.

Feeling like he might be able to accomplish even his "closet dream"

Ancil wandered back to his rented room stuck in the world of his mind.

Where he was already great.

"Did you see how hard those streams of magic responded to him?

Ive never seen the pools act like that.

So animated."

One observer commented to another. Admiration with a hint of wonder thick in the tone spoken.

The light show and the boy the magic pulsed for, drew the attention of many eyes.

Someone not with the couple but within earshot let them know what time it was.

"Him? So what that was just the weakling."

As if that explained everything.

The speaker went back to entertaining the small throng of young women he had encircling him.

Anyone who knew anything about young people knew this one was jealous that even for a moment someone else had usurped His "Shine".

Unbeknownst to Ancil He'd acquired another Hater.