[Mysterious Mirror Boy - Quest Progress: 90%]

"Alright that's enough for today, for those who want to become stronger I hope I'll be seeing you all tomorrow. And those who want to slack off… Sign up, I dare you." A ferocious grin manned Mr. Jurren's face. His face scrunched after noticing no one left.

"Go! Leave before I kick you out myself." Everyone was out of the gymnasium within a minute, luckily a kind hearted student happen to drag Henry out. The rippling headache hadn't yet ceased, but it was slowing down. The quest progress also indicated Henry's initial guess had been on track. However, why didn't it go all the way up to 100%? The only explanation Henry could think of is that being able to use mana was not fully indictive of having a bloodline ability. Henry kept this train of thought as his feet slid towards the nurse's office.

Although Keith likely has a bloodline ability which probably caused the reflection-less phenomena. However, it seemed to complete this quest he needed to confirm Keith did in fact have a bloodline ability. A few plans quickly formed in his mind with a solid clue in his possession. One thing Henry had noticed in Keith's bag was a giant bottle. It wasn't a water bottle, instead it was a giant sunscreen bottle. Henry wasn't an idiot, the myths and legends of the past likely held some truth to them given bloodline abilities exist. So, piecing the two together, it wasn't that hard to make some educated guesses.

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Inside the gymnasium after everyone left Mr. Jurren pulled out a device from his pocket. A serious expression donned his face as he opened his contacts. With deliberate presses with his thumb, Mr. Jurren typed up a encrypted message. The mysterious person he was sending this message to was an unknown contact. If anyone saw Mr. Jurren now, they would wonder where the care taker of this handicapped adult hid. Gone was the fierce tiger, and in it's place a scared kitten. Mr. Jurren finger inched slowly to the send button. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and his complexion turned white. Send, Mr. Jurren unwound like a noodle broken free from it's cage.

"Damn, kids. The new generation keeps making me work harder and harder. Just when is the principal returning… I'm no good at these complicated matters." Mr. Jurren sighed as his back slumped to the ground. He silently looked at the slightly broken skin on his palms before clenching them. A flash of anger brushed his eyes, and the Tiger roared. That afternoon the punching bag's wails were left unheard in the empty gymnasium.

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The sun rose and fell smoothly. The next day rolled around and clubs just ended. Everyone who decided to attend the MMA class waited in line at the water dispenser. Less than 10 percent decided to join the club, but it looked as if Mr. Jurren's eyes saw saucers that afternoon.

A torrent of water shot out of Keith's mouth. The other students in line yelped as they backed away. A stinging sensation pinched at Keith's throat and gums. There was something in the water. A baleful aura ruptured from Keith's stance as his posture shifted, ready to defend himself and throw out attacks. But the enemy never came.

"Uh, Keith can you let us through?" A student asked. Keith's gaze landed on him, and the student's hairs stood up and his heart rate rocketed. Keith's expression softened a second later upon noticing the distress.

"My bad, here. I'm just feeling a little unwell today." Keith moved away patting the guy on the back. However, Keith's eyes scanned all the students drinking the water. He carefully monitored if their heartrate, but nothing unusual occurred. This essentially confirmed his suspicions, someone was targeting him. As for why? It didn't matter, all Keith knew was he needed to eliminate the threat.

His sense of hearing sharpened and mana steadily supplied his enhanced senses. Keith carefully listened for any unusual sounds around or in the school grounds. Then he caught it, an abnormal and pungent smell. Keith wasted no time, the club class has long ended so he wouldn't get in trouble if he left. The door to the outside rocked open and Keith sniffed the wind. His bloodline ability enhanced his overall abilities, essentially making him an all rounder. However, each ability had a focus and his was blood. Against untrained individuals, lying was an almost impossible feat due to this ability.

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Keith snuck under the shadows of the school, his barefoot padded any noise he would've made. With the enemy in the dark and him in the light any form of cover was well appreciated. This was likely a trap, but the situation was out of his hand. Keith's eyes scanned the ground, the rooftops, windows, sky, but nothing. A wash of cold slowly creeped up his spine, the otherwise silent premises didn't help. Overconfidence was just as much of a sin as being weak was one, and Keith wasn't weak.

Keith's toes dug into the dirt as his head looked past the corner. In his sights entered the janitors shed, the smell's origin. The smell wasn't human blood, but was instead disgusting yet so very similar. The plain green shed wasn't imposing in the slightest. Then he saw it- Shoeprints, someone had snuck into the shed recently. Better yet he had seen those kinds of prints before, they belonged to the student body. A vicious grin tore open Keith's lips, he was underestimated. Veins in Keith's hands popped and his nails protruded out of his fingers. The sharpened nails gleamed in a dangerous light. In one swift motion Keith kicked the shed door open, ready to jump back if required.

Dust kicked up as Keith crashed into the shed. The viscous smell of blood clung to the tools and walls. On the shed floor a pool of blood had formed, being so close Keith had finally recognized the smell. It was back when he just awakened and was testing the limits of his powers, this was pigs blood! A mocking look appeared on Keith's face. Whichever idiot wanted to lure him here forgot to consider one thing, they had lured a shark. Blood wasn't a piece untraceable, it was a liquid and liquids evaporate. Keith now had his own personal tracker to hunt down this fisherman.

Keith dashed towards the school walls keeping track of the trail. He stuck close to the shadows blending in seamlessly, the shrubs and trees were not even a nuisance. Keith reached the school wall separating leading to the residential buildings. Mana rushed into his legs, his knees popped before the ground exploded. Keith's figure gracefully soared over the school wall as the noon sun touched his skin. The pavement sidewalk splintered breaking his heavy landing. Keith was now in the residential district. Ducking into an alleyway, he tracked the smell. The passing windows held no reflection of him, even his glowing red pupils weren't captured. Security camera's were of no use either, they caught nothing but his shadow.

A student walked past the many houses in his street. The student's house was right around the corner his steps were light and joyful. That was the case until a pair of arms dragged him into the alley before he could even scream for help. The assaulter's grasp crushed him like a vice. The student could barely breathe, let alone try and escape. Breathing became harder and harder as the assailant increased in pressure. Then the assailant released him, the first thing the student did was gasp to air.

"I ask, you answer understood?" The shadowy figure ordered. The student nodded his head as he was feeling very light headed.

"Why do you smell like blood." A flash of understanding passed through the students eyes. The student tried to speak and his voice was hoarse, but he didn't want to upset his attacker.

"For cash! Please let me go, I had nothing to do with it. I can even give it back-" The student's eyes widened and saliva flew out of his mouth as he fell to the floor once more. The student struggled to breath as a knee to the solar plexus would do that to a person.

"I ask, you answer. No more unnecessary words, got it?" Keith's cold and distant tone was unlike his usual-self.

"Yes…" Tears streamed down the corner of the student's eyes as he sucked in labored breaths.

"Who gave you the cash." The emotionless figure asked.

"No one- Wait! I found in the plastic bag!" The student shut his eyes in anticipation for another painful strike, but none came.

"Plastic bag?" The cold attacker finally showed a hint of humanity.

"YES! Yes! Plastic bag! The cash was in it with the blood! I swear, I never wanted to cause you any trouble sir! I just followed the instructions!"

"Instructions? What do you mean." The muddy waters were finally clearing up for Keith.

"The note, here!" The student pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. The paper gave a list of instructions of how to receive some money for doing a few tasks. The instructions were printed, so there was no handwriting to try and trace. Keith had been played and has hit a dead-end.

"Scram!" The student escaped as Keith struck the alley wall. His knuckles bled on impact, but he only stared at the note. All while the mastermind behind it all, leisurely drank a cup of garlicy water in the gymnasium with a small smile.