Shadow Slave

Sunny was pretty sure that his shadow was capable of much more than just being a silent follower. After all, the Spell had described it as being an invaluable helper. It was now up to him to find out how exactly Shadow Control could be of help.

As in many other matters having to do with Aspects, there was a certain level of instinctual understanding buried deep inside his subconscious. This understanding was either given to him by the Spell or was something innate to every Awakened. Sunny just had to sense the subconscious knowledge and learn how to put it into practice.

Once again, he concentrated on sensing his body and spirit, then commanded the shadow to perform a series of simple motions. With each of them, he was growing more and more familiar with the feeling of controlling the shadow.

Pretty soon, it was as natural to him as breathing and walking. The shadow felt like a part of his body.

Satisfied with this initial result, Sunny carefully gave it a new command. Without pause, the shadow separated itself from the soles of his shoes, walked to the other end of the room and turned around, staring at him in slightly mocking silence.

Sunny was left without a shadow.

‘This is not scientific at all,’ he thought with an amused smile.

Science never really applied to anything having to do with the Spell, after all.

As the shadow walked away, he felt a very weird split happening in his mind. It was like his perception had separated into two distinct sources. One was his body, the other — his shadow.

With a bit of trying, he managed to focus on the second source. Instantly, his vision blurred.

“Whoa!” Sunny blurted, surprised.

“Whoa!” the shadow heard from the other end of the room.

Sunny blinked. In his mind, there now existed two pictures. One was of his room’s door, with an indifferent shadow standing in front of it. The other was of a pale young man sitting on a chair, wide-eyed and bewildered.

‘That’s me.’

He raised an arm and waved it in the air. Simultaneously, the pale young man raised and waved his.

‘I can perceive the world through my shadow?’

He sat for a while, thinking. An ability like that opened up a lot of possibilities. With his [Child of Shadows] attribute allowing him to see and move stealthily in the darkness and [Shadow Control] allowing him to send out a sneaky shadow as a scout, he was pretty much a perfect spy.

A spy was someone who gathered information without exposing themselves to a lot of risk. A role like that suited Sunny’s taste very much.

Of course, spies were also able to strike from the shadows with deadly precision. Armed with information, they were masterful ambushers. With the prior knowledge of the opponent’s weaknesses, their attacks were surgical and lethal.

direct confrontation would mean putting himself in danger, so Sunny wasn’t very keen on becoming an assassin. After all, his Aspect still lacked the means of directly enhancing his combat

‘Shall we test it?’

the shadow and gave it a command. With an

see both the room and the hallway outside. Sunny closed his eyes to focus on the

consideration, his scout was practically invisible. Sunny passed by a couple of Sleepers and listened in on their conversation. Not finding it very interesting, he continued

To its left were the elevators,

of provocative images immediately

he

was also very easy to fall into utter depravity! But no, no. He

his reputation of a pervert, the chances of being asked if he had done something unbecoming were pretty

I probably shouldn’t.

Right?

course you’re right! Don’t even think

his room, Sunny sighed with a lot of regret. Then he directed his scout

***

later, Sunny’s shadow was hiding in a corner of a large dojo. He was observing his fellow Sleepers who, under the guidance

were going to be separated into groups based on their level, such as

strongest punches to a wide plate attached to a special measuring machine. After each strike, the machine would

of Sleepers had combat-oriented Aspects that

technique and training also affected

athletic people could reach. However, a

ten or eleven,’ Sunny

it was turn for Nephis, the highest-rated

wasn’t very well-versed in martial arts, but even he was impressed by the flawless economy

a

was becoming more and more

displayed the result: sixteen. Sunny felt a bit

impressive. I

the proud bearer of a True

couldn’t even see the flying fist — it was just too fast.

Twenty-one.

a few admiring looks were thrown at Caster, who simply bowed and took a step back. Instructor

your general level of training. I