Arc of the Souls Chapter 5: Arc 1, Chapter 5 - The Strongest Synthetic-Class Ever

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Jumkou held her head as a sharp pain entered it. From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like she had cluster headaches, the way she winced at the pain, the way she held her head on both sides. It could only worry Sachiel more. “Jumkou... are you feeling alright?” He asked, showing immediate concern. Mostly overlooked by his kingly presence, but he was a kind and compassionate person. “Ugh... Yeah, I am... It’s just that these past fifteen minutes- I’ve felt a stinging presence of a Soul-Wielder up above... It feels chaotic.” She didn’t stop holding her head, but Sachiel could hear it in her voice that she was feeling better and better as seconds passed. This feeling could be exacerbated by the ‘fight’ she had before returning to the past. To be entirely honest, that was all she was thinking about right now. How would she ever find Flynnigan in such a vast galaxy and in a timeline where she isn’t familiar with anything? How will she come to depend on a person whose power is only a foretold prophecy? Whose power is anything, but a fairy tale told by something or someone? The fact that she put so much hope onto a person whom she has yet to meet is baffling, but what can she do if she’s out of options? This isn’t the first time she has done this. Sachiel felt an incoming panic attack coming from Jumkou and quickly sat back on his chair, keeping things calm. “Perhaps a connection with your long-lost enemy? Whatever may happen, you are most safe here.” Jumkou tried reassuring herself but to a naught degree, looking at Sachiel and faking a smile. “Yeah... You’re right.” “While you are here. I would like to present to you a vacant room that you can freely use until you decide that you are feeling okay. I do not want to force anything upon you, nor give you a choice that will overwhelm you. We want to make sure you are well-fed and have the best comfort.” While he said this, he stood up, walking away from the table and stood in front of a door which led to a hallway. “Do you want to see it?” He asked, adding to it. “A room?” Jumkou just came back to her senses and turned over towards him. “Yes! Please!” She walked along. The doors of the hallway would automatically open, revealing a longer hallway and presenting golden doors that could only be the doors to the rooms. “There is a vacant room which was once reserved for my brother Altair Eria, but he has since moved out. You are free to take it. It has 2 bathrooms, a large fridge and a comfortable bed. It also has an observation room.” He smiled, stopping at the room. “...Are you sure?” Sachiel couldn’t help but smile at Jumkou’s ‘innocent’ demeanour. She meant well, too. She did nothing for Sachiel. In fact, she owes him for saving her life. The fact that she got royalty room to sleep in, protection from the Great Kamisword, and overall great hospitality... .:. I didn’t do anything, why is he doing all this for me? Are Testharians just nice people overall? .:. The doors would open, revealing a big hotel-like room that was full of golden wrapped chairs, tables, with a mosaic glass floor and walls with intricate wrapping. “I am positive. We would never neglect our guests’ life qualities.” “Holy fuckin- This is my room!? Is this even a ro- What is this!?” She entered, looking around. .:. This is awesome... .:. Sachiel threw the room card to Jumkou. “Enjoy your stay, Jumkou. We hope you enjoy Testharia for as long as you are here.” Jumkou caught the room card that Sachiel threw at her, with long forgotten elegancy. As she was turned around, she looked at Sachiel. So much for her, yet never did anything for him. She couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t used to this much friendliness. “... Thank you, Sachiel... Really.” Even though she wanted to give back to Sachiel, or help out with anything he had trouble with, she couldn’t. What lingered on her mind was the person; Flynnigan Shotaro. = = = “Geez, you’re a mouthful. Blah, blah, blah! Are all Weapon-Types like this?” A mocking voice escape