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When Juin finally left his Soul Dimension, he felt so tired that he barely had any energy left as he dragged his feet down the stairs to join the rest for dinner, holding onto the rail for support.
"At least you are able to move now. Previously you can barely move for hours. Once your physical body is stronger, you won't even feel it anymore…" Lucifer said, floating beside Juin. At the same time, he also made a mental note to check on the shackled soul later. He had not checked on the shackled soul for a while now since he could only see it when Juin was totally unconscious.
And the last time the guy was unconscious, Lucifer was too busy dealing with the surging soul power within his own soul to check on the shackled soul. He could only hope that everything was still fine, especially since Juin's personality had changed somewhat.
It was just a minor change, but Lucifer could not help but wonder if the personality change had something to do with the shackled soul, or if the change was because of Juin's confidence.
Not knowing what Lucifer was actually thinkin about, Juin merely nodded as a reply.
Before they left the Soul Dimension, they agreed that, whenever they were here, they would try to limit their verbal interaction so as to lower people's guard and to avoid others from eavesdropping on their conversation by using spells or other methods.
When they arrived at the dining room, they overheard Luca asking Mr. Spencer, "President Presley is not coming back today?"
"He has something to discuss with the representatives from the Nakamura Family. Even though the victims are the unimportant members of the family, the latest attack on the young ones has still infuriated the Nakamura Family, as whoever was responsible chose to target the most vulnerable and defenseless members of their family," Mr. Spencer said as he arranged the utensils neatly.
When he noticed Juin, he bowed slightly and said, "Just in time, Young Master Juin. Please take a seat."
Juin nodded at him before taking a seat next to Cyrus, who then promptly whispered in Juin's ear, "That Presley guy is not coming back for dinner."
Cyrus, who had yet to be introduced to Presley, was curious about him. When he asked to see a photo, Mr. Spencer said that President Presley did not like to have his photos taken, so he only had hand-drawn portraits, which were hung in his room, which was locked at the moment.
Left with no choice, Cyrus could only wait for now.
"Ok…" Juin looked at Luca, who was glaring at him, and said, "Not going to kill any defenseless person for dinner tonight?"
"Young Master Juin, please don't provoke my young master…" Soren said with a warning tone as he stood with his back straight behind Luca.
"Then tell him not to glare at me as if he wanted to cut my throat," Juin said. "It's unnerving…"
Hearing him, Luca rolled his eyes and said, "Seeing such an ugly human, my stomach is upset now…"
"Talking about yourself?" Juin scoffed. "With my rate of growth, in a few more weeks, I'd be taller than you… Shortie. And at least I'm more unique looking than your average face."
Which was true, since Juin was of Asian descent while Luca was like most Caucasians. Even though there were huge groups of people of various Asian lineages in the States, someone like Juin was more likely to stand out in a crowd than Luca.
"You!" Luca snapped, and a sudden strong gust of wind caused everyone to shield their eyes out of reflex.
CLANG!
A small vase behind Luca flew toward Juin, but before it could even hit Juin, it was deflected by a piece of cleanly picked chicken bone that Cyrus threw and fell on the ground after spinning in the air a couple of times.
"Young masters! No fighting!" Mr. Spencer said sternly as he looked at the poor, broken vase. "Or I'll have to report this to President Presley!"
Hearing his tone, the boys quickly calmed themselves down slightly as they focused on their meals.
While they were eating, Mr. Spencer suddenly asked Juin, "Young Master Juin, have you take a look at your schedule? Is there anything that you'd like to change?"
Juin nodded. "I'm fine with the schedule. But who is Mr. Tucker Lee?"
When he saw his schedule, he noticed that, starting from tomorrow, he had to spend many hours with a "Tucker Lee", almost all his waking hours actually. Basically, most of his training hours would be with this man.
"He's the best fire Elementalist in the Order. President Presley said that your strength lies in flames, so he assigned the best fire Elementalist in the Order to be your teacher. In addition to teaching you flame-based spells, he would also be responsible for your physical training."
Juin nodded.
"President Presley said that he would teach you himself, but because of his schedule, he was afraid that your training might be affected every time he had something to do elsewhere. However, whenever he's here, he would try to find some time to teach you something."
Not having seen President Presley in action before, Juin did not know what the man's strength lay in, other than his s.u.c.k.i.n.g skills. So, he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, "President Presley's a fire Elementalist?"
Mr. Spencer nodded, shooting a warning gaze at Luca who was about to say something mean again, shutting the teenager up immediately. "President Presley is a very talented man, but he doesn't fall under the term Elementalist because fire is just one of the elements that he can use."
"I don't understand," Juin said.
"Idiot…" Luca muttered under his breath. "Elementalist is someone who is blessed by the gods and is able to wield elements freely at will, without using one's soul power, or at only a minimum usage."
Mr. Spencer nodded. "Young Master Luca is right."
Juin nodded slowly as he placed a piece of the roasted chicken t.h.i.g.h into his mouth. He had somehow gotten a better idea of what fell under the "Elementalist" title.
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When Juin finally left his Soul Dimension, he felt so tired that he barely had any energy left as he dragged his feet down the stairs to join the rest for dinner, holding onto the rail for support.
"At least you are able to move now. Previously you can barely move for hours. Once your physical body is stronger, you won't even feel it anymore…" Lucifer said, floating beside Juin. At the same time, he also made a mental note to check on the shackled soul later. He had not checked on the shackled soul for a while now since he could only see it when Juin was totally unconscious.
And the last time the guy was unconscious, Lucifer was too busy dealing with the surging soul power within his own soul to check on the shackled soul. He could only hope that everything was still fine, especially since Juin's personality had changed somewhat.
It was just a minor change, but Lucifer could not help but wonder if the personality change had something to do with the shackled soul, or if the change was because of Juin's confidence.
Not knowing what Lucifer was actually thinkin about, Juin merely nodded as a reply.
Before they left the Soul Dimension, they agreed that, whenever they were here, they would try to limit their verbal interaction so as to lower people's guard and to avoid others from eavesdropping on their conversation by using spells or other methods.
When they arrived at the dining room, they overheard Luca asking Mr. Spencer, "President Presley is not coming back today?"
"He has something to discuss with the representatives from the Nakamura Family. Even though the victims are the unimportant members of the family, the latest attack on the young ones has still infuriated the Nakamura Family, as whoever was responsible chose to target the most vulnerable and defenseless members of their family," Mr. Spencer said as he arranged the utensils neatly.
When he noticed Juin, he bowed slightly and said, "Just in time, Young Master Juin. Please take a seat."
Juin nodded at him before taking a seat next to Cyrus, who then promptly whispered in Juin's ear, "That Presley guy is not coming back for dinner."
Cyrus, who had yet to be introduced to Presley, was curious about him. When he asked to see a photo, Mr. Spencer said that President Presley did not like to have his photos taken, so he only had hand-drawn portraits, which were hung in his room, which was locked at the moment.
Left with no choice, Cyrus could only wait for now.
"Ok…" Juin looked at Luca, who was glaring at him, and said, "Not going to kill any defenseless person for dinner tonight?"
"Young Master Juin, please don't provoke my young master…" Soren said with a warning tone as he stood with his back straight behind Luca.
"Then tell him not to glare at me as if he wanted to cut my throat," Juin said. "It's unnerving…"
Hearing him, Luca rolled his eyes and said, "Seeing such an ugly human, my stomach is upset now…"
"Talking about yourself?" Juin scoffed. "With my rate of growth, in a few more weeks, I'd be taller than you… Shortie. And at least I'm more unique looking than your average face."
Which was true, since Juin was of Asian descent while Luca was like most Caucasians. Even though there were huge groups of people of various Asian lineages in the States, someone like Juin was more likely to stand out in a crowd than Luca.
"You!" Luca snapped, and a sudden strong gust of wind caused everyone to shield their eyes out of reflex.
CLANG!
A small vase behind Luca flew toward Juin, but before it could even hit Juin, it was deflected by a piece of cleanly picked chicken bone that Cyrus threw and fell on the ground after spinning in the air a couple of times.
"Young masters! No fighting!" Mr. Spencer said sternly as he looked at the poor, broken vase. "Or I'll have to report this to President Presley!"
Hearing his tone, the boys quickly calmed themselves down slightly as they focused on their meals.
While they were eating, Mr. Spencer suddenly asked Juin, "Young Master Juin, have you take a look at your schedule? Is there anything that you'd like to change?"
Juin nodded. "I'm fine with the schedule. But who is Mr. Tucker Lee?"
When he saw his schedule, he noticed that, starting from tomorrow, he had to spend many hours with a "Tucker Lee", almost all his waking hours actually. Basically, most of his training hours would be with this man.
"He's the best fire Elementalist in the Order. President Presley said that your strength lies in flames, so he assigned the best fire Elementalist in the Order to be your teacher. In addition to teaching you flame-based spells, he would also be responsible for your physical training."
Juin nodded.
"President Presley said that he would teach you himself, but because of his schedule, he was afraid that your training might be affected every time he had something to do elsewhere. However, whenever he's here, he would try to find some time to teach you something."
Not having seen President Presley in action before, Juin did not know what the man's strength lay in, other than his s.u.c.k.i.n.g skills. So, he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, "President Presley's a fire Elementalist?"
Mr. Spencer nodded, shooting a warning gaze at Luca who was about to say something mean again, shutting the teenager up immediately. "President Presley is a very talented man, but he doesn't fall under the term Elementalist because fire is just one of the elements that he can use."
"I don't understand," Juin said.
"Idiot…" Luca muttered under his breath. "Elementalist is someone who is blessed by the gods and is able to wield elements freely at will, without using one's soul power, or at only a minimum usage."
Mr. Spencer nodded. "Young Master Luca is right."
Juin nodded slowly as he placed a piece of the roasted chicken t.h.i.g.h into his mouth. He had somehow gotten a better idea of what fell under the "Elementalist" title.
When Juin finally left his Soul Dimension, he felt so tired that he barely had any energy left as he dragged his feet down the stairs to join the rest for dinner, holding onto the rail for support. "At least you are able to move now. Previously you can barely move for hours. Once your physical body is stronger, you won't even feel it anymore" Lucifer said, floating beside Juin. At the same time, he also made a mental note to check on the shackled soul later. He had not checked on the shackled soul for a while now since he could only see it when Juin was totally unconscious. And the last time the guy was unconscious, Lucifer was too busy dealing with the surging soul power within his own soul to check on the shackled soul. He could only hope that everything was still fine, especially since Juin's personality had changed somewhat. It was just a minor change, but Lucifer could not help but wonder if the personality change had something to do with the shackled soul, or if the change was because of Juin's confidence. Not knowing what Lucifer was actually thinkin about, Juin merely nodded as a reply. Before they left the Soul Dimension, they agreed that, whenever they were here, they would try to limit their verbal interaction so as to lower people's guard and to avoid others from eavesdropping on their conversation by using spells or other methods. When they arrived at the dining room, they overheard Luca asking Mr. Spencer, "President Presley is not coming back today?" "He has something to discuss with the representatives from the Nakamura Family. Even though the victims are the unimportant members of the family, the latest attack on the young ones has still infuriated the Nakamura Family, as whoever was responsible chose to target the most vulnerable and defenseless members of their family," Mr. Spencer said as he arranged the utensils neatly. When he noticed Juin, he bowed slightly and said, "Just in time, Young Master Juin. Please take a seat." Juin nodded at him before taking a seat next to Cyrus, who then promptly whispered in Juin's ear, "That Presley guy is not coming back for dinner." Cyrus, who had yet to be introduced to Presley, was curious about him. When he asked to see a photo, Mr. Spencer said that President Presley did not like to have his photos taken, so he only had hand-drawn portraits, which were hung in his room, which was locked at the moment. Left with no choice, Cyrus could only wait for now. "Ok" Juin looked at Luca, who was glaring at him, and said, "Not going to kill any defenseless person for dinner tonight?" "Young Master Juin, please don't provoke my young master" Soren said with a warning tone as he stood with his back straight behind Luca. "Then tell him not to glare at me as if he wanted to cut my throat," Juin said. "It's unnerving" Hearing him, Luca rolled his eyes and said, "Seeing such an ugly human, my stomach is upset now" "Talking about yourself?" Juin scoffed. "With my rate of growth, in a few more weeks, I'd be taller than you Shortie. And at least I'm more unique looking than your average face." Which was true, since Juin was of Asian descent while Luca was like most Caucasians. Even though there were huge groups of people of various Asian lineages in the States, someone like Juin was more likely to stand out in a crowd than Luca. "You!" Luca snapped, and a sudden strong gust of wind caused everyone to shield their eyes out of reflex. CLANG! A small vase behind Luca flew toward Juin, but before it could even hit Juin, it was deflected by a piece of cleanly picked chicken bone that Cyrus threw and fell on the ground after spinning in the air a couple of times. "Young masters! No fighting!" Mr. Spencer said sternly as he looked at the poor, broken vase. "Or I'll have to report this to President Presley!" Hearing his tone, the boys quickly calmed themselves down slightly as they focused on their meals. While they were eating, Mr. Spencer suddenly asked Juin, "Young Master Juin, have you take a look at your schedule? Is there anything that you'd like to change?" Juin nodded. "I'm fine with the schedule. But who is Mr. Tucker Lee?" When he saw his schedule, he noticed that, starting from tomorrow, he had to spend many hours with a "Tucker Lee", almost all his waking hours actually. Basically, most of his training hours would be with this man. "He's the best fire Elementalist in the Order. President Presley said that your strength lies in flames, so he assigned the best fire Elementalist in the Order to be your teacher. In addition to teaching you flame-based spells, he would also be responsible for your physical training." Juin nodded. "President Presley said that he would teach you himself, but because of his schedule, he was afraid that your training might be affected every time he had something to do elsewhere. However, whenever he's here, he would try to find some time to teach you something." Not having seen President Presley in action before, Juin did not know what the man's strength lay in, other than his s.u.c.k.i.n.g skills. So, he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, "President Presley's a fire Elementalist?" Mr. Spencer nodded, shooting a warning gaze at Luca who was about to say something mean again, shutting the teenager up immediately. "President Presley is a very talented man, but he doesn't fall under the term Elementalist because fire is just one of the elements that he can use." "I don't understand," Juin said. "Idiot" Luca muttered under his breath. "Elementalist is someone who is blessed by the gods and is able to wield elements freely at will, without using one's soul power, or at only a minimum usage." Mr. Spencer nodded. "Young Master Luca is right." Juin nodded slowly as he placed a piece of the roasted chicken t.h.i.g.h into his mouth. He had somehow gotten a better idea of what fell under the "Elementalist" title.
