"Aah"
His dimmed golden eyes flew open, the pain from the previous memories seemed to have faded.
Looking around, his eyes land on a familiar lady.
"Grandm-"
A new shock of pain launches itself across his whole body from his grandmother's fist making contact with his abdomen.
"a-a-ah , what was that for gran"
"You dumb child of mine how could you risk your life like that, what if you weren't saved you would of died"
"There was no reason for me to run more people would of died"
"Its not like any of them are your friends you anti social bastard"
"Does that matter dad and grandpa would of done the same"
With that last comment his grandmother couldn't argue against it anymore so she instinctively changed the subject.
"It seems you were able to awaken Vis Collector"
"It seems it's still rejecting me tho, I can't use it like dad could"
"Well if it unsealed itself, it at least deems you worthy enough to wield it, Your father was just a prodigy that could use its powers from when he first wield it, even your grandfather couldn't use its full power when he first inherited it"
"I need to get stronger this blade is our families pride"
Once again a sharp pain struck Munir this time from his head with the same fist that his grandmother made.
"ALL THAT MATTERS IS THAT YOU'RE ALIVE IF THAT MAN DIDN'T HEAL YOU I WOULD HAVE TO PLAN A FUNERAL FOR YOU, IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU CAN WIELD A STUPID MEDIUM, DON'T FORGET THIS BLADE IS THE REASON I'M THE ONLY FAMILY YOU HAVE LEFT"
With that outburst Munir finally looked up from his lap and into his grandma's eyes to see the stream of tears following down her face.
"I'm.. I'm sorry"
"I don't want an apology I want my grandson to live a normal life, but all you care about is fulfilling a dumb family tradition"
"Gran i don't want to fulfil the family tradition, i do this because i want to"
His soft features now harden as if showing his very resolve to his actions.
"Munir Alvotrix why do you have to be like them so much"
With those final words she leaves Munir's bedroom, leaving him in silence.
Munir's brain started to drift away, the whole incident replaying in his mind.
He thought endless ways the battle could have played out, his mind all leading towards the same conclusion of defeat. His mind then raced to analyze the man who had saved his life and the strange abilities that he had. It was like when he witnessed his father perform the 29 techniques of Vis Collector. He came to the conclusion that whatever Alexander used must be related to Vis Collector and the powers it had were the same with the old man's fan techniques they must have all been drawn from a similar source of power.
Anima.
Anima is the spirit energy that those with souls give off. However he never learned how it was used, only that after The Great Destruction that the amount of Anima present on earth increased to higher levels increasing the number of 'Awakeneds'. Awakened users. Awakened people were a commonly known thing but no one really talks or understands what they really are they are just people who are closer to Anima than anyone else.
With his train of thought trailing into endless discussion. His mind circulated about one thing: the card he was left with. He quickly checked around him and found the card neatly folded into his now bloody torn hoodie. Taking out the piece of paper he grabbed his phone that was thankfully only partly damaged by the fight. Calling the number he heard one ring before hearing a familiar voice.
"YO, it's the kid from yesterday's battle right"
"Yesterday?"
"Huh, you didn't even know how long you have been out for, well it is impressive you were able to recover in less than 24 hours, you must of been really excited to call before even checking how long you were out for"
With that Munir checked his phone's date and time and as Alexander said he was out for around 19 hours.
"Anyway with that i have deemed you to have crazy high talent for an awakening"
"Awakening? You mean like awakened users"
"Correceto, you like my ancient speech kid haha"
"Uh"
"No need to be so impressed, i'm here to make you an offer you can't refuse, i want to make you one of my students"
"But i'm not an awakened"
"Well nah, You still have that medium of yours tho, it doesn't seem you recognize yourself as it user tho that can be changed in due time"
"Are you talking about my blade"
"whaaaaaat , you don't even know that much how could you swing it around so easily and fight so well you have to come from a sect or at least be taught by someone from a school"
Sect, School an idea completely foreign to Munir and something that is so common being used in this conversation threw munir's train of thought off, making him ponder what Alexander was talking about.
"Anyway that doesn't matter, we can discuss more when we meet up"
"MEET UP, i never said that"
"STOP SCREAMING ON THE PHONE IT HURTS MY EARS, besides if you called me so quick it means your at least interested a bit right"
"I mean kind of"
"Good good, meet me at cafe yuyu at 4pm it's near where you live so shouldn't be to hard for you"
With that the call ended leaving Munir sitting in his bed dumbfounded at the type of man Alexander really was, a man who seemed so stoic in their first meeting now endlessly talking to him like close friends.
It was weird though Munir, a boy who suffered from social anxiety with 'normal' people he could somehow talk to Alexander in a casual manner without freezing up.
"He must be just as much of a weirdo as me"
Munir finally got out of bed heading towards his door and down the stairs where he started to smell his grandmother's infamous stew. His whole facial expression dropping by the smell alone. Trying to head back to his fortress of solitude he heard his grandmother's words.
"DON'T THINK I CAN'T HEAR YOU, COME DOWN NOW AND EAT"
His stomach dropped just from the idea.
As he sat down she placed a large bowl of stew in front of him. Unknown meats floating in the brown liquid.
"This should bring back you power to full strength"
An almost devilish grin crossed her face looking at him. It was true however her stew somehow had the ability to recover one's fatigue to normal levels if they could stomach the whole bowl and its foul contents.
After 27 minutes of gruelling pain, Munir bowl was completely finished, his stomach begging for sweet release, but was held by Munir.
"Grandma im going to be going out later"
"Huuuuuuuuuh, in the condition that you are in, it's not even like you have any friends that means you plan on training your body even more"
"No, it's not that, i'm going to meet the man that saved me"
"You mean that awakened user"
"So I was right he is an awakened user, does that mean the man who attacked the school was as well."
His face beaming with curiosity towards his grandmother.
"Yeah he was same with your father and grandfather and all those before them that carried the tradition of Vis Collector, it has nothing to do with you though"
This new piece of knowledge changed Munir's understanding that meant that he came from a lineage of awakened users.
"Gran does that mean I'm going to awaken one da..."
"THATS OUT OF THE QUESTION THOSE WHO AWAKEN AND LIVE THAT LIFE WILL ONLY BE MET BY DEATH"
His grandma's words left him stunned, her words lingering in the air. With that she once again left, leaving Munir to sit there alone.
"YOOO, you came i thought you might have second thoughts. I never got your name tho kid"
Alexander hand stretched out to shake the boys hand
"Munir, Munir Alvotrix."
"Nice to meet you Munir"
"Same here"
"You know the reason i'm here, I want to recruit you as my student and have you awaken"
His face gleaming with delight as he finished his sentence.
"Before that can you tell me somethings"
"Sure if it means i can recruit you"
"I want to ask you about my blade and what are awakened users are"
"Ok let me start.
Awakened users have been in the world since humanity has been around they are people who have formed a soul core"
"You mean the same ones' that The Great Destruction caused"
"The very same.
In the world everything has a soul: humans, animals, plants, even inanimate objects. The energy everything releases is anima with a soul core you can manipulate and use it to power yourself or other things. Such as that barrier that old man used yesterday. But to use it to its true nature one needs a medium."
"My grandma said that my blade is a medium"
"That's because it is, mediums are objects that people pour their soul into thus creating a medium to use anima and your soul core to its true potential, most of the time only one person can use a medium as its tired to their soul"
"That can't be my family used Vis Collector for at least 3 generations"
"Wait, I was getting there, most of the time once an awakened user dies their medium is destroyed with them so no one can use it after them. However there are mediums that survive after the user's death that can be used by those whose soul aligns with the medium allowing them to use the medium. This is what we call inherited weapons, that is what your blade is."
This information quickly circled Munir's mind to be analyzed for what that means for him and his family.
"Normally it's only found with people with strong soul cores or strong wills. Typically they are only found within sects or schools."
"You keep mentioning sects and schools what are they"
"A sect are families with high innate levels of anima sensitivity, they are self righteous bastards that believe they are the chosen people by god they rarely take in outer sect members and even rarer outsiders. Schools are institutions that take those with awakened potential and train them to awaken and to help manage and protect the school. Anyway, enough about that. There are some people who just have the talent to awaken on their own or their family has a history but they aren't a part of a school or sect. That's what you and your family are and I'm here to awaken you."
The same wide toothy smile crossed his face looking into the boy's dimmed eyes.
*Click*
"Is that you Munir, i thought i told you not to go out"
Her face twisting up looking towards him.
Until she locked eyes with him.
"Granma , i'm going to explore the world, not because our family tradition but FOR MYSELF"
His eyes, flashing a bright golden light, his resolve on full display.
Here's some info on the old man who attacked the school:
Identity old man
Name: Rentu Kaztu
Nickname/Alias/Code Name: Old man
Reason for Nickname: didn't have a name for him originally and no way to name him naturally in the chapter
Gender: Male
Medium: Aeris Vocator (The fan he wields)
Abilities: Aeris Vocator can generate wind and allows the user to interact with wind as a solid, liquid or gas. When the fan is swung vertically (in a downwards motion) it generates wind with a crushing effect. When it is swung horizontally (like swinging a sword) it creates sharp wind blades that are almost invisible to normal people.
Named attack: Encompassing Gust - the user creates a 360 gust of win that pushes anything around him back the more power imbued with it the more power it has to the point it can crush people, however that does require more build up time for the current rentu.
Current Situation
Job Title: None
Lives: On a mountain
Appearance
Age: 132
Hair: bald
Eyes: green
Skin color: green (from poisoning in his youth)
Height: 153 cm
Weight: 49kg
Body: extremely skinny
Dominant Hand: Left
Favorite/Most Common Outfit: Robes similar to buddhist monks
Background
Hometown: new Anfrog
Cultural Heritage:
First Language: Universal Human Language (after the great destruction a new language was formed it is the common language for the whole world no matter your country)
Historical Events Witnessed: The first Great Spirit War
Important Life Events: The first Great Spirit War
Regrets: Leaving his wife and kids
Skills
Professional Qualifications: Carpenter
Talents: Sculpting
Languages: Can speak Ancient English (current day english)
Qualities
Disabilities/Allergies/Chronic Illnesses: Has to take medicine every 72 hours to ensure the poison in him doesn't spread to much (from a plant found on the mountain he lives on he makes it himself) Also mentally ill
Strengths: Extremely paranoid
Weaknesses: Extremely paranoid
Desires
Primary Yearning: to become a god to people
Goals: to make a world religion about himself
Wishes: his wife and children will be reborn near him
Dream Job: father
Family
Parent 1: unknown
Parent 2: unknown (he forgot his parents)
Siblings: none
Children: 2 daughters and 9 sons
Other: Wife
Relationships
Friends: none
Enemies: those who don't worship him
Significant Other/Partner: Wife
Crush: Wife
Exes: none