crossed.
“Just a little blood,” said Aura. “And a tiny headache. And a miniscule stomach cramp… Nothing I can’t handle…”
“You idiot!” said Nora, cracking her brother on the side of his head. “I thought we’d trained you better than that by now!”
Using the soul sight technique put a strain on Aura’s body, which manifested itself in headaches, stomach pains, and sometimes vomiting blood. He used to even lose his own eyesight temporarily, but they’d managed to work past that point. Aura usually tried hiding the other afflictions so his sister wouldn’t worry about him.
“I’ll be okay,” Aura said, wiping away the blood from his mouth.
“What’s Shiva up to today?” Nora asked, changing topics. She’d always ask about Shiva whenever she saw Ash or her brother. It seems she’d become fond of Shiva ever since meeting her at their house party. During their periodic weapons training sessions she’d come just to sit and idolize the girl.
“Shiva hates games,” Ash replied. “She flat-out refused to come watch us. She’s probably sitting at home right now just waiting for the demon invasion siren to go off.”
“I’ll be honest with you, I don’t know much about this Devil’s Duel game you kids are all playing. But uhh…” Amos struggled to think of a relevant question to ask. “What do you boys think of the competition so far?”
“Vashi Tansa worries me,” Ash said.
“Who is Vashi Tansa?”
“Some rich Noble,” Aura replied with a scoff.
“Apparently he’s good enough to play evenly with the game’s creator,” said Ash. “I’d kinda like to play him myself.”
“It could happen,” Aura said. “You just might get your wish. But if you do, you’d better not lose. Or else it’ll be up to me to stop him!”
“And we all know that’ll never happen, because you suck at Devil’s Duel,” Ash teased.
“You’d better not embarrass the family name out there, boy,” Amos warned his son.
“Relax, I can hold my own!” Aura protested in defense. He raised a playful eyebrow. “Besides, I thought I was taught to play by the best , or maybe that wasn’t the case?”
“Just do well out there, you dorks,” Nora said with a smile.
The crowds surged as more people filled in the stadium seating around them. That’s when Ash caught sight of Vashi Tansa as he floated down the stairs past them.
“That’s him!” Ash said, pointing the Noble out to Amos.
The weapons maker let out an apathetic grunt. “Never seen him before.”
“Time for us to get going,” Aura told his father and sister. “Catch you guys later.”
He gripped Ash’s arm and pulled him away from his family. They followed the Noble down and watched him head into the competitor’s area to take a seat. From their place at the bottom of the stands they could watch him.
“What’s your sudden fascination with that guy?” Ash asked, prying the death toucher’s talon off him again.
“He’s the ringer here, the one to beat. Maybe we should study him. Let’s sit here for a little while and spy on him. Maybe he’ll pull out his deck and we can get a good look at his cards. See what kind of deck he uses.”
The guys parked their rears in the stands for a spell, watching and waiting for an opportune moment to learn something about the man. During their deliberations, the guys knew nothing about the person that was watching them.
Aralia stood at the entrance to the arena, above the stands where she could see everything and everyone spread out before her.
She remembered everything Marni told her, which frankly wasn’t much to go on. Those two guys, the handsome one and the average one, were bugging Marni. It was Aralia’s first assignment to take them out. If she could prove to Marni that she could handle this, she’d be admitted in. Working for Marni would make everything so much easier. And the money! Aralia wouldn’t have to worry about food ever again.
In her hand was a small
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