Shadow Slave

Sunny was enjoying a hot shower. After their short conversation, Master Jet had sent him to clean himself, saying that he “reeked of Nightmare”. The unnatural slumber of the Spell would slow down the body’s metabolism, and the medical apparatus he had been strapped into was supposed to take care of the rest, but he was still asleep for three whole days.

Even if only psychological, the scent of bloodshed and despair lingered around him.

‘Ah, I’m in heaven,’ Sunny thought, willing himself to temporarily forget about the looming disaster of the Flaw.

He was alone in the police station’s showers, relaxing under the streams of hot water. After a bit of time had passed, Sunny reluctantly turned the tap off and walked over to the towel rack. Coincidentally, he saw himself reflecting in the mirror.

The changes in his physique were subtle, but noticeable. His pale skin seemed a little healthier, his muscles a bit more pronounced. He looked slender and lean instead of emaciated and frail, as he did before. There was a slight luster to his dark hair and a shine to his eyes.

However, he was still rather diminutive. Not exactly a picture of masculine handsomeness, to say the least.

‘Flower boy, huh?’ Sunny thought, full of bitterness.

Then he suddenly froze, noticing something strange. As he was looking at himself in the mirror, the reflection of his shadow seemed to move. It was as though the shadow lowered its head and quietly facepalmed.

Sunny quickly turned around, piercing his shadow with a nervous look. However, everything seemed normal. The shadow was doing exactly what it was supposed to do, repeating his every motion.

“I clearly saw you move,” he said, feeling a bit strange. “You have just moved on your own, right?!”

Sunny glared at the shadow, which obediently glared back.

“Did you move or not?”

The shadow enthusiastically shook its head.

‘What the?!’

“What do you mean, “no”?! You’ve just moved your head! Do you think I’m a fool?”

The shadow seemed to think for a bit and then shrugged.

Sunny was left with his mouth agape.

“Your shadow is more independent than most. It is an invaluable helper,” he muttered finally.

Right. This was how the Spell had described his Aspect Ability.

But what exactly could his shadow do?

He decided to experiment a little.

“Hey, you. Tell me what you can do.”

The shadow was silent and motionless.

‘Right. It doesn’t have vocal cords.’

As though that made any sense! Shadows were not supposed to have muscles either, and yet it knew how to move.

“Uh… show me?”

No reaction. It seems the shadow was content pretending to be an ordinary, lifeless blob of darkness.

Sunny sighed.

‘I’m doing this wrong.’

still a part of him. It was a manifestation of his Aspect Ability. So instead of

going to talk, are

of his heart, the steady rising of his chest, the slight chill of the

there, on the verge

A completely new sense.

whole other world opened to him. It was hard to describe with words, just like one would

around him and receive an understanding of both their own shape and the surrounding space, guided by the different degrees of pressure they exerted on his

understanding came naturally and instantaneously,

largest one, but the deepest —

only thing was that his limbs were made out of flesh, and the shadow was

and looked at the shadow. Then, with a thought, he willed it to raise

raised

then a line, then a monster. And finally, back to

“Ha! How about that?”

shadow pouted, then

are

powerful kick. Of course, since it was

that… all you can

tearing the mighty tyrant into little pieces cracked and shattered

How regretful.

at him with disdain. Then it

took a

I will

***

Master Jet was

“Help yourself.”

was not so different from the stuff he used to consume in the outskirts, and sighed. Somehow, he had expected his first meal

Still, it was food.

down the gruel ravenously. He was very, very

the next thing he knew there was a woman calling herself Master right in front of him. He tried to

thoughts started to appear in

dark irony. ‘Knowing your luck, this would be a perfect moment for her

you thinking

He felt his mouth beginning to open, and put all of his will into staying silent. A second passed without him saying

perfect moment for you to ask me about what I am thinking,”

gave him a

almost finished

Sunny nodded.

I am obligated to inform you of a few things. It is mostly

glanced at him and

no shame in asking for help. Your mind

head. Jet

can also talk

How could he answer?

simultaneously much worse than I expected and exactly as bad

satisfied