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.’

a part of him. It was a manifestation of his Aspect Ability. So instead of asking the shadow, he

to

his heart, the steady rising of his chest, the slight chill of the shower room. He heard droplets of water falling on the tiled floor. Felt the movement of filtered air against his

on the verge of his consciousness,

A completely new sense.

world opened to him. It was hard to describe

understanding of both their own shape

understanding came naturally and instantaneously, like

largest one, but the deepest — didn’t feel like an external entity. It

of it, he could sense the shadow just like he sensed his limbs. The only thing was that his limbs were made out

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

raised

stand, turn around, kick. Then he willed it to change shape, turning into a circle, then a line, then a monster.

“Ha! How about that?”

shadow pouted, then

how are you

obediently moved and delivered a powerful kick. Of course, since

that… all you

image of shadow tentacles tearing the mighty tyrant into little pieces cracked and shattered mercilessly. It seemed he would

How regretful.

looked at him with disdain. Then it shrugged and

a towel

I will explore

***

cafeteria. Master Jet was waiting for him at one of the tables, with two trays full of steaming

“Help yourself.”

in the outskirts, and sighed. Somehow, he had expected

Still, it was food.

down the gruel ravenously. He

process, his thoughts began to wander. Sunny stole a glance at Jet and wondered. The Spell told him to find a master, and the next thing he knew there was a woman calling herself Master right in front of him. He tried to imagine being an obedient

started to appear

your luck, this would be

are you

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

it would be a perfect moment for you to ask me about what I am thinking,” he

him a

almost finished

Sunny nodded.

begin. As per protocol, I am obligated to inform you of a few things. It is mostly a formality.

glanced at him and

no shame in asking

his head. Jet shrugged and

you wish. You can also talk

How could he answer?

expected

nodded, satisfied with