"Wait was that Trish talking to Valarie."
In the instance Art had walked passed the duo, he couldn't help but furrow having noticed two familiar silhouette from the corner of his eyes.
"No that's can't be..."
Laughing at himself for such an impossible though he sighed choosing to focus his attention on Grim. She had been silent for only offering few chatter as if racing through her mind and searching for what to say and while Art was already knowledge about her inability to properly interact with other, he still found it uncomfortable just strolling without much conversation.
For a smooth journey in the academy and future storylines he had to form relationships with the character be it main characters or side characters. Unlike a game were the script of the world was already set, reality as he was now experiencing wasn't so.
His actions had consequences, for all he knew something he might have done during his transmgritaion could influence the world and alter it's path to unseen territories.
People he considered allies and good in the game could have their lives twisted and become dangerous foes just for not interacting with them as intended.
He was about as clueless as the games plot but he knew he had to set things in motion to grow strong and one's he did, invested all his worth into the main characters.
Taking all the characters that would be introduced in the first arc, Art was sure currently no harm will before the main characters, so using that down time he was going to cultivate his own strength and official take on the role as the mentor when time was due and to do that he needed to contract more students.
The thing about his ability was how versatile it was in nature. It considered anyone willing to learn from him a student so take for example a teacher lacking in proper communication skills.
As long as he played his cards right he will be able to lure Grim to become his student and if this went as plan and he was able to get her emotional meter to trust, he will gained a skill ticket.
"I'm boring aren't I."
Too uncomfortable to bare with anymore, Professor Grim commented in dejection her shoulder dropping in accordance to her expression. They're been walking for a good well now and never had she utterd a word till now. It wasn't just a matter of communication but more so she didn't know what to say.
Unlike the teaching were she just relayed her experiences to the younglings, causal chatter was much more difficult for her.
What to say?, How to put it without being to ambiguous and so much more.
She wasn't much of an introvert nor was she a shy person just an individual that found it hard to speak causal about herself or something.
"Boring..."
Acting shock to prevent her from feeling bad, Art furrowed.
"..How are you boring?"
"I'm not as sarcastic as Villeir, passionate like Levi and charming as Cerci."
With her shoulders lump she blanky responded.
"But you are an assassin with almost a hundred percent kill streak."
"..."
"If you find yourself lacking in conversation just brag about that."
"Nobody is interested in that!" She retorted remembering the traumatic faces of the first students she handled. Back then she was fresh of the job of killing and one of her poor student had asked about her. She didn't have much to say since her childhood was always about killing so she just spoke about her various missions not leaving much detail.
One's she was done with lectures her gruesome talk had left the class a hot mess and many rushed out to empty their guts of it's content.
"Well until you're able to speak more about yourself...why not enlightenment me about you assassin days."
"Really." She gasped her pupil's diluting.
"Yeah I mean aren't assassin like kind of cool."
"Huh?"
Maybe the current generation of youth thought different but during her years as an assassin nobody found her cool, just frightening. In her days of disguise in various mercenary guilds when her name was utterd and her tales narrated, the mass and audiences use to grow pale in complexation but here was a young man about half her age telling her, one of the most dangerous assassins in the world...they were cool.
It was strange but she didn't see it as a form of disrespect. It was somewhat endearing knowing that out there outside the scope of her range were other youths whom thought the same as Art. It allowed her to unwind slightly soon a faint smile forming on her lip.
"Are you certain you want to here about my hunts?"
"Glady, I'll even do you a favour of telling you the secret to excelling in casual chatter."
"Fine!"
Finding his offer too pleasant to pass off she nod, placing her hand within her long overcoat and retriving a small black notebook.
"Do you have any preference you're interested in."
"As in?"
"Be it gresome, painless, torture..."
"Exciting!" He smiled.
Taking his words to heart she booked the note book displaying her rough writing, then licking her thumb to apply moisture to it began effortless flipping the pages.
Unable to keep up with the speed at which they pages were being flipped Art sighed seeing how Grim's pupils moved backs nd forth like scanners tracking the pages with inhuman processing capabilities.
Her body was so far form human that even without aura her brain capacity was comparable to a supercomputer back on earth.
"It should be here."
Quickly stopping on a particular page, she smirk and thrusted the book with her scrambling at him.
[Sun bringer]
[In my time of writing, I should be already ten year in this job and for the first time since my run in with the TwinSwords I met another challenge,Sunbringer,a Scion of the Blazer noble vampire family.]
"I was twenty-three back then."
Releasing the book to Art, she said her mind racing back to that particular day