When a Simple Class Turns Into a Little Chaos
When the Astral World and Barian World united, it began a new era where Astrians and Barians go back to coexisted. However, due to their inherent differences, it was clear that learning to live in harmony would take time. To facilitate this understanding, they chose Earth as an exemplary world an ideal setting where diverse people thrive together. Consequently, deep within this World, a class formed, consisting of both young Astrians and Barians eager to learn about humanity and its myriad cultures. At the helm of this class was a certain blue Astrian with striking heterochromatic eyes, passionately sharing insights about humans and their lifestyles.
In recent weeks, this dedicated Astrian had embraced the role of educator, imparting valuable knowledge drawn from personal experiences on Earth. He adeptly covered various topics, including human cultures, languages, and ways of life. In this particular session, he was enthusiastically delving into the rich tapestry of human philosophy, equipping his students with the understanding they needed to foster a harmonious coexistence.
Astral: Alright, everyone! Let’s move on to our next topic, diving into the captivating realm of philosophy. We’re starting with the concept of "agent nous." Can anyone explain what agent nous is?
Idris: Isn’t it a term from Aristotle’s philosophy? It refers to the intellectual aspect of the soul, right? (Says one of the students, a male Astrian with dark blue hair in a low ponytail, wearing fancy green and white robes).
Astral: Exactly! You are correct. Agent nous, or "nous poietikos" in Greek, denotes the active, intellective part of the mind according to Aristotle. It’s the part of our soul that possesses the capability for understanding and reasoning. Who can expand on that?
Lilliane: So, it’s the part of us that thinks deeply, reflects, and grasps ideas beyond mere sensory perception, correct, Mr. Astral? (Says the female Astrian with turquoise hair in fishtail braids, wearing a small, elegant Victorian emerald dress).
Astral: Precisely! Agent Nous enables us to contemplate abstract concepts, reason through complexities, and uncover the deeper meanings of things. It transcends simply processing sensory information; it’s about understanding and analyzing it at a higher level.
Idris: That’s fascinating. Does agent nous play a significant role in decision-making and moral reasoning?
Astral: Absolutely! Aristotle asserted that agent nous is critical for making moral decisions as it empowers us to consider what is virtuous and to make choices grounded in reason rather than impulse or emotion.
Dario: That’s really something. Would you say developing our Agent Nous is vital for living a good life, according to Aristotle? (Asked a green male Barian with messy lemon-colored hair, green eyes, dressed in a fern-colored cloak with bright green edges).
Astral: Most definitely! Aristotle believed that nurturing our intellectual virtues, including the cultivation of agent nous, is essential for achieving eudaimonia or flourishing. By refining our ability to reason and comprehend, we can make wiser choices and lead a more rewarding life.
Hilda: Wow, that's incredibly insightful. I’ll keep that in mind as I dive deeper into philosophy, maybe I can use it in one of my fights. Thank you, Mr. Astral! (Exclaimed a violet female Barian with short lilac hair, berry eyes, wearing a violet cloak with lilac edges).
Benjamin: Yeah, that’s fascinating. Hey! Do you mind if I join? (Asked excitedly a male green-haired Astrian, dressed in cowboy-style clothing).
Hilda: Not at all, always nice to have someone to spar with (she said with a smiling look).
Benjamin: Sounds like a fun rodeo to me, which I'm all for! (He said smiling and winked at her, which she winked back).
Astral: You're... very welcome. (Clearing throat a little), Continuous questioning and exploration are the essence of philosophy. As you know, humans apply this in their lives for various purposes, though some opt for alternative methods that don’t always yield the best results.
Juana: What do you mean by that? (Asked softly a long-haired Astrian female wearing a crown of white carnations, wearing a teal loose-sleeved dress).
Astral: Well, some individuals rely on impulsivity and can be rather impetuous. Essentially, those who act irresponsibly may come off as thoughtless, hasty, reckless, indiscreet, negligent, inaccurate, nonchalant, and lackadaisical, among others.
Idris: Why do they act this way? It doesn’t seem very logical.
Luke: That’s because logic isn’t the only thing to rely on; following your instincts has its merits too, if you catch my drift (Says a midnight blue male Barian with dark green hair, navy eyes, wearing a matching colored cloak with a confident smirking look).
Idris: Oh, I get exactly what you’re saying (rolling his eyes), but it still seems a bit illogical, doesn’t it?
Astral: Certainly, but humans possess instincts and senses similar to animals. While we all share this trait as well, we Astrians prefer to employ logic for solving specific issues. However, that doesn’t mean instincts don’t have their place. Trusting our “guts” can lead to success, depending on the circumstances.
Benjamin: And let's not forget how fun and exciting it is (he added charismatic).
Luke: Oh, yeah, my man!
Hilda: Not if I have something to say, pal! (She replied with a playful look).
Lilliane: Oh, you guys (she sighs with exasperated expression).
Idris: Better ignore, trust me, Lilliane.
Juana: Uh... (gently clearing throat), Mr. Astral, do you happen to know anyone who fits that description?
Astral: Could you clarify what you mean, Miss?
Lilliane: I believe she’s asking if you know someone who embodies the traits you mentioned earlier.
Juana: Yes, that’s right.
Astral: Are you referring to the impulsive behavior? I do know someone like that. (He says calmly, although a slight twitch appears near his eye).
Juana: Oh, really? Who?
Dario: I think I have a hunch about who he's going to refer to. (He mutters to his colleagues with a hint of amusement in his voice).
Astral: It’s someone who can be quite chatty, a bit unpredictable, and tends to show up at the most unexpected times, often interrupting important moments. Let’s just say he’s known for his unique timing and occasional forgetfulness… (He smiles, though there’s a hint of annoyance in his tone as his eye twitch becomes more pronounced). The one and only...
Vector: Astral, my nerd friend, there you are!
Everyone turned to see a purple Barian in a cloak and hood, looking quite eager at the door.
The group shifted their focus back to Astral, who appeared somewhat exasperated.
Astral: ... Vector. (He says, displaying a slightly annoyed expression).
Vector: Hey, Astral! I’ve been searching for you everywhere! I even had to ask the others for help. Luckily, Durbe pointed me in the direction where you were. (Noticing the others) Oh, hey there! How's it going?
Astral: What do you want now, Vector? (Responding with a patient annoyance) Can’t you see I'm busy?
Vector: Busy? Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you were just standing there, rambling nonsense! (Smirking with a raised eyebrow).
Astral: Excuse me? Says the one who fills the air with trivial chatter! (Calm but increasingly irritated).
Vector: Trivial?! Supernatural topics are far from trivial! They can be a treasure trove of wisdom. You never know when you might need to defend yourself from a chupacabra! Knowing its strengths and weaknesses could save your skin! (Voicing this emphatically) At least I'm not playing it safe all the time!
Astral: There’s wisdom in being cautious and aware, something you seem to overlook as you dive headfirst into trouble. Honestly, you’re quite the headache! (Attempting to hold onto calmness).
Vector: Oh, so this is how you express your appreciation? I’ll take that as a compliment! (Said with heavy sarcasm).
Astral: Appreciate you for what exactly? (Looking utterly puzzled).
In the room, the Astrians and Barians watched the tension between Vector and Astral unfold in awkward silence. The Astrians felt a wave of confusion and discomfort, while some Barians and even a few Astrians found the argument amusing. Yet, everyone was left uncertain about how to react, caught in the spectacle before them.
Vector: You gotta be kidding me! You actually forgot?! (He exclaimed indignantly). The message you asked me to deliver to your brother when I went to the human world! You wanted to talk to him! (His anger was palpable).
Astral: ...Oh right, I did ask you that, (he replied, realizing his mistake). But still, you shouldn’t interrupt me while I’m in the middle of a class.
Vector: My bad! But I distinctly remember you telling me to let you know once I delivered the message to your dear brother!
Astral: Couldn’t you have waited? (He asked, feigning calm).
Vector: You didn’t exactly make it clear. You just said to let you know, not to hold off until your lackluster lecture wrapped up, Mohawk Einstein!
Astral: Lackluster lecture?! How dare you insult my teaching! And who are you calling a Mohawk Einstein, you Moronic Easter Bunny?!
Vector: Moronic? What kind of word is that? (He asked, puzzled). You know you could just say 'moron.' Why do you always need to throw in an extra letter, man?
Astral: And why do you keep referring to me by other people's names, you neurotic snake?
Vector: You tell me, Sherlock!
The two stared each other down as if daggers were flying between them, the air crackling with tension. How did their conversation spiral into such chaos so quickly?
Astral: Nut-job umbra! (Clearly losing his cool).
Vector: Nerdy ghost! (Responding with irritation).
Astral: Paranoid rabbit!
Vector: Know-it-all jackass!
Astral: Simpleton nimrod!
Vector: Math whiz with a mouth full of bullcrappity!
Astral: Better than a psychopathic fool with a mind like a rust sieve!
Vector: Oh really? Is that how we're playing this?
Astral: It sure looks that way!
Vector: Alright, that's it! Bring it on!
In a split second, Vector lunged at Astral, sending him crashing to the ground, leaving the other Astrians in a state of shock and disbelief. Even the Barians were taken aback, their concern growing by the moment. The two engaged fiercely, a swirling cloud of smoke enveloping them as they traded insults and blows, obscured from view. Seriously? How did things spiral into chaos so quickly?
In another place
In an elegantly designed room, Black Mist sat confidently on a stylish sofa, flanked by a few bags. He awaited his friend, knowing that Astral had summoned him to discuss something significant. The message Vector had relayed after their grocery store trip lingered in his mind that whatever Astral needed to discuss warranted immediate attention and a personal meeting in his homeworld.
Black Mist glanced at the door, a hint of impatience creeping in.
Black Mist: Where are they? What's the delay? It’s been five minutes. They should have arrived by now, (he remarked, a sense of calm impatience in his tone).
With a furrowed brow, he contemplated stepping out to see what was causing the holdup.
Black Mist: I should check on them. I won’t tolerate any childish arguments; I’m not in the mood for nonsense today.
Rising from the couch, Black Mist approached the door just as a young boy with black hair and red bangs entered the waiting room. Tanned skin and striking red eyes marked him as he paused, surprised yet delighted to see Black Mist.
Black Mist: Yuma? (He said, a firm yet gentle tone softening his words).
Yuma: Black Mist! (He exclaimed, happily gasping).
Without hesitation, Yuma sprinted toward him and jumped into his arms. Black Mist caught him effortlessly, spinning him around with enthusiasm, proving their strong bond. He smiled, finally stopping their playful spins and gently lowering Yuma to the ground, while still holding him securely, their connection clear as Yuma wrapped his arms around Black Mist's neck.
Yuma: Hi (smiling warmly).
Black Mist: Hello, my little dove. (Returning the smile).
Yuma: I missed you.
Black Mist: I missed you as well, my sweet.
They exchanged affectionate glances, their connection palpable, a swirl of emotions swirling around them. Yet, despite the warmth of the moment, Black Mist was curious about something.
Black Mist: Yuma, my precious gem, may I ask what’s with the groceries? What are you planning to make with those ingredients? (gesturing towards the bags on the couch).
Yuma: Oh! They’re for a vegan recipe I’m preparing this afternoon.
Black Mist: A vegan recipe? Since when have you delved into vegan cooking? Are you telling me you’ve decided to go vegan? (His confusion evident, he quickly adds with a hint of nervousness) Not that I’m judging or anything; you’re free to make your own choices, and I’ll always support you, but I just didn’t see this coming.
Yuma: (giggling affectionately) Oh, Misty, not at all! Even though the desserts are delicious, I’m not considering becoming vegan; the meals are for your client.
Black Mist: My client?
Yuma: Yes! I learned that your client's family is vegan, and I wanted to prepare something special to show them our hospitality. (Smiling sweetly) I didn’t want them to feel uncomfortable or find nothing to eat. I just want to create a warm, welcoming environment for them, you know?
Black Mist: But you don’t have to go through all that effort.
Yuma: I know, but I want to! I believe it’s rare for someone to make this kind of gesture, and I want them to feel at home and completely at ease in our space.
Black Mist gazed into Yuma’s eyes, awestruck as always by his selflessness. It never failed to amaze him how Yuma constantly prioritized others, radiating kindness and compassion, even toward those who might not deserve it.
Black Mist: Oh Yuma, you and your beautiful heart (smiling warmly with genuine affection), what did I do to be graced with your presence during my darkest moments?
Yuma: Just being yourself, my dear silly beast (smiling tenderly), and that alone is more than enough for me.
Black Mist: Really? Are you certain that’s all it takes, my love? (Asking playfully, yet with a hint of mischievousness).
Yuma: Yes...? (Responding with a mix of confusion and innocence, then sensing Black Mist’s emotions), um, Black Mist, what’s on your mind?
With a playful smile, Black Mist decided to express his feelings by showering Yuma with gentle kisses on his cheeks and neck.
Yuma: M-Misty! (Stammering, cheeks flushed with warmth).
Black Mist: Yes, little dove? (Smiling with an innocent demeanor, though fully aware of the moment's sweetness).
Yuma found himself at a loss for words, overwhelmed with shyness as Black Mist continued the tender kisses. Black Mist couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how endearing Yuma was; he wished he could do even more to express his affection if not for the sound of soft giggles in the background. Both of them abruptly paused, glancing back at the source of the giggles. Behind Yuma stood a white female Barian, elegantly dressed in a mermaid-style gown, open gracefully in front to her knees, gazing at them with amused eyes. Yuma’s cheeks turned even redder, like ripe cherries, as he suddenly remembered the situation.
Black Mist: Could you tell me just how long you've been lurking there? (He asked calmly, though irritation simmered beneath the surface). What exactly did you catch a glimpse of, Merag?
Merag: Oh, I’ve been here since the very beginning! (She replied playfully), and just long enough to witness how adorable you two lovebirds are.
Black Mist frowned, clearly displeased at being interrupted. Yuma quickly stepped away from Black Mist's embrace, positioning himself in front of Merag, while Black Mist couldn’t help but pout at losing the warmth of the moment, emitting a low growl.
Yuma: Oh Merag, I'm so sorry for forgetting you were here! (His voice was soft, laced with sincerity). It was completely unintentional; please, can you forgive me?
Merag: No worries at all, Yuma! There’s no need to apologize. (She said gently). I suppose I’m at fault too for not making my presence known sooner.
Yuma: Still, I feel bad for overlooking you! (He responded earnestly). Why didn’t you just say something?
Merag: Honestly, you two were so sweet together that I didn’t want to interrupt. (She replied casually). But if it puts your mind at ease, forgiveness granted.
Yuma: You really should have spoken up! (He said with a shy smile). Thank you for understanding.
Merag: Aww, come on! You both were so lovey-dovey; how could I possibly want to disturb that? (She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as Yuma flushed even more). I must say, you’re quite the lucky one!
Yuma: Merag! (He yelped, flustered, his cheeks still bright red, while Merag giggled at his embarrassment).
Meanwhile, Black Mist watched their exchange, grappling with a mix of annoyance and unwelcome frustration. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that had Merag not revealed herself earlier, he would have indulged in more than mere kisses. The last thing he desired was an audience for his private moments. Yet, he loathed any disruption during his intimate time with Yuma. Just when he finally found his groove, something always seemed poised to spoil it. Honestly, could he not catch a single break?
Merag: Besides, the way you guys were acting reminded me of me and my funny-bunny (her eyes sparkled with mischief as she chattered away, completely oblivious to Black Mist’s simmering annoyance), speaking of my funny-bunny, where's Vector? Wasn't he with you, Black Mist?
Snapping out of his thoughts, Black Mist turned his gaze toward the two of them, curiosity piquing in their eyes.
Black Mist: He was, but he had to dash off to get my brother (he replied, his voice steady despite his frustration simmering beneath the surface, he will have another opportunity to be intimate with Yuma), Something about a message Astral wanted me to hear. As for what that is, don't ask me.
Yuma: You too? (His eyes widened, the surprise tinged with a hint of curiosity).
Black Mist: What do you mean, 'you too?' My brother also wanted to talk to you. (He asked with a raised eyebrow).
Yuma: Yes, Merag came to me about something from your brother! It seems like it is important, not just your brother but Merag's as well.
Black Mist: Nasch? So, it must be important... probably. But why do they both want to talk to us? (He said, intrigue mixed with uninterested).
Yuma: Not entirely sure… Merag? (He shrugged, his brow furrowed).
Merag: Sorry, Yuma, but I've got nothing. Whatever it is, it must have some significance... I guess (she shrugged back, a sheepish look on her face).
Black Mist: I swear, if this is another argument on Astrian and Barian cultures, I’m out of here! (saying, his annoyance slowly returning), We’ve had that discussion over a hundred times, and I’m pretty sure Yuma has already solved it just as many.
Yuma: Well, I did, but… maybe it’s different this time? (He smiles, chuckling a little, trying to diffuse the tension).
Merag: I hope it’s not, honestly. This topic is draining for you, Yuma.
Yuma: It’s fine. I can handle it, I really don't mind. (He smiles, shrugs it off a little).
Black Mist: But I do mind, if they think they can put you through this nonsense again, they're sorely mistaken! (he interjected, protective fury igniting in his eyes).
Yuma and Merag exchanged alarmed glances, both aware of the relentless premonition and determination in Black Mist. While Yuma appreciated the fierce devotion, he understood his responsibility in bridging the gap between the Astrians and the Barians. He had no choice but to face whatever challenge was looming. Merag felt a pang of concern. She knew Black Mist could be dangerously passive-aggressive with anyone who dared demand too much from Yuma. Who would be foolish enough to provoke the terrifying Black Astrian known as The Beast? She sure hopes it wouldn't be her brother, because she's going to kill him, if he does.
Before they could dive deeper into their thoughts, the door burst open, and in sprinted a muscular red and orange Barian alongside another towering figure, built like a fortress, draped in dark green and brown hues. Their frantic expressions suggested urgency, as if the world itself had turned upside down. What calamity awaited them now?
Merag: Alit? Gilag? Whoa, what's up? Did something happen?
Yuma: Why were you two running like that?
Alit and Gilag just kept looking around for something—or someone. When they finally spotted the person they were looking for, behind Yuma and Merag, they took off toward him.
Alit: Black Mist, thank Zexal, we found you! We need your help! (talking super fast).
Gilag: It’s a huge emergency! (looking really anxious).
Black Mist: Whoa, hold on! What’s going on?
Alit: What’s going on? I’ll tell you what's going on! Vector and your brother are at it again!
Black Mist: Wait, what?
Gilag: Yeah, and it’s serious—they're causing a massive mess right in the middle of class!
All three—Black Mist, Yuma, and Merag—let out a shocked “What!” When Alit mentioned things were getting out of hand, Black Mist didn’t think twice and asked them to take him there. They took off running, with Yuma and Merag right behind them.
As they raced to catch up to the two muscular Barians, Black Mist asked how everything blew up like this in the first place.
Alit explained that he and Gilag were just coming back from training when they heard a bunch of noise. Gilag added that they went to check it out and found a group of young Astrians and Barians outside, totally freaked out and unsure of what to do. Ponta the Tanuki chimed in, saying that Nasch, Durbe, and Mizael were also there trying to help calm everyone down.
Merag asked curiously why his brother and the others were there too. Alit figured they probably heard the mess before they did. Yuma, looking worried, wanted to know how long the fighting had been going on. Gilag replied they weren’t sure but guessed it could have been a while.
Black Mist, clearly annoyed, vented about how he couldn’t leave those two alone for a second without them getting into a fight. He regretted not going with Vector to see Astral. Yuma softly expressed his hope that nobody got hurt. Ponta confidently reassured him that everyone got out before things escalated, which made Yuma feel a bit better.
But Black Mist wasn’t convinced; he angrily predicted that someone would get hurt, and it would be him dishing out a good beating to those knuckleheads. Yuma chuckled nervously at that.
When they finally got there, they saw the young Astrians and Barians being led away by an adult Astrian in steampunk-looking clothes, while the three Barians were trying to figure out what to do. Black Mist immediately recognized the older Astrian as his Father, Astraeus. They rushed over, and Astraeus was the first to speak up.
Astraeus: Black Mist, you made it! (He said looking relieved) You've gotta do something. Astral and Vector are causing a huge ruckus in there!
Just then, a loud bang echoed from the room, followed by some muffled insults and crashing sounds.
Alit: You can say that again!
Gilag: Yeah, no kidding!
Ponta: I wonder what they’re up to this time-pon?
Black Mist: Definitely something ridiculous as usual (sighing and rubbing his forehead to calm down), don’t worry, Father, I’ll handle it.
With a nod to his son, Astraeus turned to the young Astrians and Barians, telling them to keep moving and that there was nothing to see, making sure they left the area alone.
Black Mist then glanced over at the other three Barians: Nasch, a dark purple Barian rocking a red cape; Durbe, who was blue and light lavender; and Mizael, the yellow and white Barian.
Black Mist: It sounds like you three might have some insight into what unfolded, right? (He asks, his tone laced with obviousness).
Durbe: You’re correct in that assumption. We spoke with those young students to gather what happened (he replied, maintaining a steady demeanor).
Mizael: From what they shared, it appears that Astral was trying to explain the concept of impulsivity. Just as he was about to give an example, Vector suddenly showed up and interrupted the class… (he conveyed, a hint of uninterested in his voice).
Black Mist: Let me guess; they began exchanging passive-aggressive remarks, which escalated into an argument and eventually spiraled into a fight that got truly out of hand (his annoyance evident, but mixed with stoicism).
Nasch: ... Yeah, that’s pretty much it (he said hesitantly, feeling the weight of the situation).
Black Mist: And in that moment of chaos, you felt unsure of how to handle it, which is why you turned to Alit and Gilag for help in reaching me, so I could step in.
The five Barians nodded, their expressions a mix of guilt and relief, while Yuma and Merag remained silent observers. Letting out a deep sigh, Black Mist couldn’t help but feel the weight of responsibility on his shoulders once more. It’s disheartening that he always seems to be the one cleaning up the aftermath. Why is it always left to him to mend the chaos?
Black Mist: Alright, you all wait here as I deal with those stupid idiots. I will return shortly.
As he approached the closed door of the classroom, Black Mist glanced back, offering a knowing nod to his companions before entering the room.
Upon his entry, he was greeted with a disordered environment: chairs and tables were improperly arranged, marks adorned the walls as if a conflict had occurred, and the board appeared worn and scratched. Out of the corner of his eye, he observed his twin brother, Astral, exchanging glances of hostility with Vector. Recognizing the need for intervention, he stepped forward to address the situation.
Black Mist: It appears that I cannot leave you two alone without the situation escalating. Do I even want to know what caused it this time?
As Astral and Vector turned their focus toward him, Black Mist anticipated their attempts to explain their behavior.
Black Mist: Instead of delving into the reasons for your stupidities, which I doubt is worth my time, can we just pretend it didn't happen?
Astral: Vector initiated this confrontation! (He pointed, giving an annoyed glare towards Vector).
Vector: Me? You were the one who started this, Astral! (He exclaimed, returning the glare).
Astral: Really? What exactly did I do? (He said with a raised eyebrow).
Vector: Oh, that's easy! Acting like an arrogant ungrateful jerk! And what about I did? (He shouts with anger).
Astral: I don't know, maybe being an irritating pain in the neck?! (He shouted back).
Vector: Why you piece of...! (He exclaimed).
Recognizing that the situation was on the verge of escalating further, Black Mist took a deep breath and adopted a more measured approach. He extended his tentacles hastily to elevate them off the ground, gag them as well, in order for him to speak without any interruption, and drew them closer. Despite their initial resistance, it became evident that there was nothing they could do, except to surrender to listen.
Black Mist: I’ll only say this once. I don’t give a damn who initiated this! What’s important is that both of you need to cease this immediately. Your disruption has created a significant mess and caused discomfort for those students. Additionally, we have an important meeting to attend, and I expect that anything coming between you will be pertinent and respectful there. After it's over, both of you will return here and assist in cleaning up the mess. Did I make myself clear? (he growls with a dangerous threatening tone in his voice).
The two nodded quickly as best they could since still being constrained by Black Mist's tentacles. As he finally leaves the room, holding Astral and Vector behind him with persistent glances of frustration. Watching this, the others exchanged amused looks, already knowing the outcome of it. These two certainly had their quirks—would it be possible for them to show some friendly chivalry towards each other? Likely not.
Black Mist: (Clearing his throat) Shall we?
With smiles and nods, the group moved down the corridor, engaging in light conversation. Meanwhile, Astral and Vector continued to glare at each other, silently conveying their mutual blame. Black Mist sighed softly, aware of the ongoing chaos.
Black Mist: This chaotic life of mine…
Yuma: Our chaotic life. It’s never dull, is it? (smiling warmly, his arm entwined with Black Mist).
Turning to Yuma, who nestled against him, Black Mist couldn’t help but smile back, resting his head on Yuma’s.
Black Mist: Indeed, it’s never a dull moment. (Chuckling softly).
They exchanged soft smiles, cherishing this brief moment of tranquility as they went to whatever adventure awaited them next.
This is my first Zexal post, it's just a fun one-shot script-ish version I made a while back. I had to make some fixes and adjustments with a lot of help from a friend of mine and some opinions from certain people, but it was worth it in the end. There will be more in the future, when? Well, we'll see about that. I hope you liked it and feel free to leave something.