Shadow Slave

Sunny was pretty sure that his shadow was capable of much more than just being a silent follower. After all, the Spell had described it as being an invaluable helper. It was now up to him to find out how exactly Shadow Control could be of help.

As in many other matters having to do with Aspects, there was a certain level of instinctual understanding buried deep inside his subconscious. This understanding was either given to him by the Spell or was something innate to every Awakened. Sunny just had to sense the subconscious knowledge and learn how to put it into practice.

Once again, he concentrated on sensing his body and spirit, then commanded the shadow to perform a series of simple motions. With each of them, he was growing more and more familiar with the feeling of controlling the shadow.

Pretty soon, it was as natural to him as breathing and walking. The shadow felt like a part of his body.

Satisfied with this initial result, Sunny carefully gave it a new command. Without pause, the shadow separated itself from the soles of his shoes, walked to the other end of the room and turned around, staring at him in slightly mocking silence.

Sunny was left without a shadow.

'This is not scientific at all,' he thought with an amused smile.

Science never really applied to anything having to do with the Spell, after all.

As the shadow walked away, he felt a very weird split happening in his mind. It was like his perception had separated into two distinct sources. One was his body, the other — his shadow.

With a bit of trying, he managed to focus on the second source. Instantly, his vision blurred.

"Whoa!" Sunny blurted, surprised.

"Whoa!" the shadow heard from the other end of the room.

Sunny blinked. In his mind, there now existed two pictures. One was of his room's door, with an indifferent shadow standing in front of it. The other was of a pale young man sitting on a chair, wide-eyed and bewildered.

'That's me.'

He raised an arm and waved it in the air. Simultaneously, the pale young man raised and waved his.

'I can perceive the world through my shadow?'

He sat for a while, thinking. An ability like that opened up a lot of possibilities. With his [Child of Shadows] attribute allowing him to see and move stealthily in the darkness and [Shadow Control] allowing him to send out a sneaky shadow as a scout, he was pretty much a perfect spy.

A spy was someone who gathered information without exposing themselves to a lot of risk. A role like that suited Sunny's taste very much.

Of course, spies were also able to strike from the shadows with deadly precision. Armed with information, they were masterful ambushers. With the prior knowledge of the opponent's weaknesses, their attacks were surgical and lethal.

very keen on becoming an assassin. After all, his Aspect

'Shall we test it?'

looked at the shadow and gave it a command. With an exaggerated

and the hallway outside. Sunny closed his

of timing and consideration, his scout was practically invisible. Sunny passed by a couple of Sleepers and

To its left were the

of provocative images immediately entered Sunny's

my!' he

to fall into utter depravity! But no, no. He couldn't do it. Not because of some high moral

of being asked if he had done something unbecoming

probably shouldn't.

Right?

Don't even

his scout to hide in the shadow of a

***

dojo. He was observing his fellow Sleepers who, under the guidance of Instructor Rock, were going through the motions of the introductory combat

their level,

to a special measuring machine. After each strike, the machine would display a number corresponding to the

However, considering that many of Sleepers had combat-oriented Aspects that enhanced their might in a variety of ways, it was actually a marvel of engineering

and training also affected the final

a good result, something that only the most athletic people could reach. However, a lot of Sleepers, obviously those

would probably get ten or eleven,' Sunny thought, feeling a little

was turn for Nephis, the highest-rated Sleeper of their batch, to strike

preparation, delivered a sudden, crushing blow. Sunny wasn't very well-versed in martial arts, but even he was impressed by the flawless

had a lot of

becoming more and more intriguing. What's her

a short pause, the machine displayed the result: sixteen. Sunny felt

impressive. I was expecting

proud bearer of a

that, only Caster remained. This time, Sunny couldn't even see the flying fist — it was

Twenty-one.

thrown at Caster, who simply bowed and took a step

sparring and evaluate your general level of training. I need

and walk to the center of the ring. A couple of seconds