Ahhhh! Magnificent! Such beauty, such inspiration! Thought Aono.
Ahhh I must draw this! Quickly!
Aono quickly summoned her mana stylus and mana paper, both produced from her only skill as an Artist.
Aono was a one-track mind type of woman. She loved to draw. She found inspiration from anything. The birds flying in the morning sun. The construction workers ordering around the laymen as they built buildings or roads. Even the sight of people eating at a roadside stall.
Anything could and would be used for her art.
And once she was pulled into the Tutorial by some infernal system, she lost her ability for the art she loved. The system pushed onto her a class she cared not. Of which she chose mage, and begrudgingly became efficient at it, as the use of the staff they provided allowed her to somewhat ‘paint’ with the mana she found.
Her happiness spiked however when she found the option when reaching level ten to change to an Artist. She cared not that it would remove all of her combat potential and make her a non-combat class.
All that Aono cared for was being able to draw once again. Properly draw. No more using her staff as a makeshift utensil to draw in the dirt.
She had seen so many scenes in this tutorial. And every single one had inspired her to draw, but she could not, leading to dull sleepless nights, writhing in frustration, her desperately wanting to. It was all she could think of. All she could dream of.
And now finally she could.
Now finally she had found it, found him. The most brilliant subject. The pinnacle of inspiration.
The way the man moved from Goblin to Goblin, tearing them to pieces with such grace and poise did everything for her. Her eyes could not be torn from him.
His hair, that cascaded from color to color. His eyes changing just as quickly. The devilish ears of pink fur he wore, the same pink squirrel tail he donned.
The stylish black robe trimmed in gold, a shining gold shoulder guard adorning his left shoulder.
His fiendish red, black, and white half mask. Its frightening teeth held the cool blade of white in their grip.
The subtle two fresh scars on the side of his face, one just above his right eye.
His use of his spells and brutality sent shivers down her artistic spine. She could barely hold back a girlish scream as her pen moved over her canvas.
Elegance! Truly elegance in its purest form! I must paint him! This scene! It must be done! I have a moral obligation!!! She shouted in her mind.
The people within the cage with her screamed and shouted annoyingly, but what was worse they moved in and out of the way of her view of the man.
She was forced to stand up from her sitting position to get to the edge of the cage. The man quickly dispersing of the Goblins.
Then Aono saw him. The Goblin warrior who stood across from the man.
“It’s the epic Jojo stand-off!!!” she squealed, earning her a few confused glances.
She put ‘brush’ to paper as she quickly put down strokes capturing the moment, when she heard the man say something she almost didn’t catch.
“I hope you last more than one punch. I need to let off some steam. Marked!” the man roared, then shot forward disappearing from Aono’s vision.
The next moment she heard a crash, and he reappeared on top of the Goblin. The man’s arm changed from the glass-like ice it had been, to a liquid entering the Monster's helmet.
His other arm gripped the Monster's throat, preventing it from struggling as he poured more and more water down its gullet.
She looked on in awe as she witnessed the tyrannical one-sided fight of the man.
The Monster quickly became bloated, its armor barely able to hold the ballooning container before.
Pop.
Aono finished the brush strokes of the scene on her Mana Paper. Holding it up to the torchlight, the green blood and bits of the Goblin victim slowly slipping off its back, seeing the beautiful manga outline she had created.
“Elegance!” she shouted out loud, looking over the Mana Paper that was still splattered in green blood, screaming once again, “Title! The Dazzling Tyrant!” she roared with fanatic glee.
Ahhhh! Magnificent! Such beauty, such inspiration! Thought Aono.
Ahhh I must draw this! Quickly!
Aono quickly summoned her mana stylus and mana paper, both produced from her only skill as an Artist.
Aono was a one-track mind type of woman. She loved to draw. She found inspiration from anything. The birds flying in the morning sun. The construction workers ordering around the laymen as they built buildings or roads. Even the sight of people eating at a roadside stall.
Anything could and would be used for her art.
And once she was pulled into the Tutorial by some infernal system, she lost her ability for the art she loved. The system pushed onto her a class she cared not. Of which she chose mage, and begrudgingly became efficient at it, as the use of the staff they provided allowed her to somewhat ‘paint’ with the mana she found.
Her happiness spiked however when she found the option when reaching level ten to change to an Artist. She cared not that it would remove all of her combat potential and make her a non-combat class.
All that Aono cared for was being able to draw once again. Properly draw. No more using her staff as a makeshift utensil to draw in the dirt.
She had seen so many scenes in this tutorial. And every single one had inspired her to draw, but she could not, leading to dull sleepless nights, writhing in frustration, her desperately wanting to. It was all she could think of. All she could dream of.
And now finally she could.
Now finally she had found it, found him. The most brilliant subject. The pinnacle of inspiration.
The way the man moved from Goblin to Goblin, tearing them to pieces with such grace and poise did everything for her. Her eyes could not be torn from him.
His hair, that cascaded from color to color. His eyes changing just as quickly. The devilish ears of pink fur he wore, the same pink squirrel tail he donned.
The stylish black robe trimmed in gold, a shining gold shoulder guard adorning his left shoulder.
His fiendish red, black, and white half mask. Its frightening teeth held the cool blade of white in their grip.
The subtle two fresh scars on the side of his face, one just above his right eye.
His use of his spells and brutality sent shivers down her artistic spine. She could barely hold back a girlish scream as her pen moved over her canvas.
Elegance! Truly elegance in its purest form! I must paint him! This scene! It must be done! I have a moral obligation!!! She shouted in her mind.
The people within the cage with her screamed and shouted annoyingly, but what was worse they moved in and out of the way of her view of the man.
She was forced to stand up from her sitting position to get to the edge of the cage. The man quickly dispersing of the Goblins.
Then Aono saw him. The Goblin warrior who stood across from the man.
“It’s the epic Jojo stand-off!!!” she squealed, earning her a few confused glances.
She put ‘brush’ to paper as she quickly put down strokes capturing the moment, when she heard the man say something she almost didn’t catch.
“I hope you last more than one punch. I need to let off some steam. Marked!” the man roared, then shot forward disappearing from Aono’s vision.
The next moment she heard a crash, and he reappeared on top of the Goblin. The man’s arm changed from the glass-like ice it had been, to a liquid entering the Monster's helmet.
His other arm gripped the Monster's throat, preventing it from struggling as he poured more and more water down its gullet.
She looked on in awe as she witnessed the tyrannical one-sided fight of the man.
The Monster quickly became bloated, its armor barely able to hold the ballooning container before.
Pop.
Aono finished the brush strokes of the scene on her Mana Paper. Holding it up to the torchlight, the green blood and bits of the Goblin victim slowly slipping off its back, seeing the beautiful manga outline she had created.
“Elegance!” she shouted out loud, looking over the Mana Paper that was still splattered in green blood, screaming once again, “Title! The Dazzling Tyrant!” she roared with fanatic glee.
