Magnus Academy: The Cursed Blood

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Awakening of the Dormant Ends

The daggers spun around me, following the direction my mind set them off to as I drove straight forward. The Sixth End stood with his familiar expressionless look ahead, his fingers forming a triangle pointed at me, hinting my movement. I ducked below as he swirled his hand, blasting the area behind me in a huge explosion of dark ashes. At the same time, my daggers dragged themselves upward. He leaped away, blocking every dagger with his arms equipped with heavy gauntlets, he knew it was useless though. The daggers were attacking unendingly which left him plenty of openings while he defended.

I appeared behind him, turning myself around as I give him a turning kick. He tumbled sideward in a quick manner using his one hand, forcing his feet back on the ground as he braced for a landing. I tilted my head, judging his pace then lifted my hand forward, the daggers attempting to hit him randomly now. He avoided them easily one by one, coming right at me with a speed faster than before.

"Secret Shadow Art: 360 Dance." He muttered, jumping.

He swung his left wrist when he got back on the ground, coming even faster with the right when he turned around. I stepped back, blocking each of his turn with my floating daggers. He bent his body down, placing both of his arms below and used it as a momentum to move his legs around to kick the daggers away. Each hit caused my weapons to turn into black paper-like cuts, hinting he had already activated his Cursed Mark now.

Suddenly, he morphed himself into a ball of black cinders, bursting itself at me in a speed equalling itself to sound. I wrapped my own Cursed Mark around my right hand, black tattoos crawled from my fingers up my wrist, my veins throbbing as power concentrated itself on my hand. I touched morphed cinders, twisting my hand inside. It didn't take long for the ball to burst, black cinders flying everywhere that reminded me of cherry blossoms dwindling around--except they were black.

The Sixth End stumbled, falling meters away from my position with a grunt. It was said that his curse allowed him to morph himself into cinders, making him move faster and go anywhere his eyes sets upon. He can also turn everything he touches into those black cinders, making them disappear in a matter of second. He has a Curse that makes him desire anything fully-built, only for it to turn into ashes in one touch. It was the reason he wore gauntlets.

"Isn't that enough now?" His voice lacked enthusiasm, as if he doesn't care about everything. He had always been like that, very anti-social too. Standing up, he dusted himself off, looking at me. "Can I leave now?"

Natawa ako sa sinabi niya at pinawala ang Cursed Mark sa kamay ko. Kontrolado ko na ngayon ang kapangyarihang ito, kaya mas mafo-focus ko ang pagkawala ng matinding enerhiya na iyon sa isang parte ng katawan kesa sa buo. Lumakad ako palapit sa kaniya, hanggang sa tumakbo na ako at pinaikot ang katawan ko tsaka tinaas ang isa kong paa.

Hindi siya gumalaw, nasa unahan ko lang siyang nakatayo habang nakatuon sa gilid ng mukha niya ang paa ko, kaunti na lang bago siya matamaan. Pero dahil sa lakas ng ginamit kong lakas ay nawasak ang pader na nasa gilid naming dalawa. Walang pakealam ang mukhang binibigay niya sa akin, kahit siguro ibangga ko man siya sa sahig ay wala parin itong ekspresyon sa mukha.