Klera's Point of View
"You can drop the honorifics when talking to me," Devon the Assistant said, her tone relaxed. "We're only a few years apart, after all. Just call me Devon."
She stepped forward, folding her arms casually. "We can practice wherever you're comfortable—outside, where there's more space, or right here in the room. It's up to you. This is your challenge, not mine."
A hint of seriousness crossed her face as she continued, "The Master wasn't lying about assigning you to train with my clone. I've mastered that ability to an advanced degree. I can keep my clones active for hours, even summon several at once. But it's more than just illusions or puppets."
Her voice softened. "I can project my mind into them, speak through them, see through their eyes. And if I'm ever on the verge of death... I can transfer my consciousness entirely. It's like possession. When I do that, the clone is me—same soul, same thoughts."
She gave a small laugh, her tone laced with mystery. "It's almost like giving birth to a dozen children. These clones act like real people—independent, thinking, alive. It can be overwhelming if you're not careful. But I've trained long enough to stay in control."
Devon closed her eyes, channeling the Magic energy inside. The ring on her finger began to glow with a brilliant purple light. Pulses of energy spiraled outward as the room filled with a soft, resonating hum. Her aura expanded—rich, radiant, and tinged with power.
She took a slow, steady breath, drawing the energy inward. Her hair lifted slightly, caught in the invisible current of raw magic. Then she spoke the Incantation, her voice steady and full of intent.
"Mirror my might! From one, to many!
My strength, multiplied, takes form!"
"Multiple Persona!"
Ability explanation:
(Multiple Persona is a Clone ability that allows the caster to create multiple, exact copies of themselves. These clones are not mere illusions; they possess a degree of independent thought and action, yet remain fundamentally linked to the caster's consciousness. The caster can summon as many clones as they want. Each clone can perform actions independently—either mirroring the caster's movements and abilities or following pre-programmed mental instructions.)
Then, a vast number of clones appeared—one for each of us.
"Let's begin," she said with a warm, confident smile, her eyes now glowing faintly with the power she held.
Her clones shattered, each one moving with purpose toward my fellow psychics. One of them—identical in every detail—approached me, while the original Devon made her way toward Clifton.
"Are you ready?" the clone asked, her voice calm but focused. To be honest, I felt a little weird. Even though I knew it was a clone, it felt just like the real Devon standing there.
"Where do you want to train and practice?" she added, her tone inviting.
"Can we train outside?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager. "I prefer a peaceful, open space... somewhere fresh."
"Sure, if that's what you want!" she responded with a warm, understanding smile.
We exited the Pavilion and headed outdoors. Most students hurried out as well, while others stayed behind to train inside in the Academy.
Fast forward
Now outside the Academy walls, I took us to the courtyard—a large open area that was great for training.
"You picked the Academy's Courtyard very well then," she said with a small smile, her gaze sweeping across the wide grass and garden. "It's perfect for what we need."
"Let's begin our training," I replied, already feeling the quiet energy of the place stir something inside me.
"First... can I borrow your tome?" she asked, extending her hand with casual confidence.
"Sure." I reached into the belt satchel at my side and pulled out the worn tome. "Here."
She took it gently, flipping it open with practiced fingers. "Let me just read a bit," she murmured, her eyes scanning my tome. "Your ability is Mental Enhancement, right?"
"Yeah," I nodded. I glanced around the courtyard while she read.
She looked up. "Since you can Enhance your Mind, that means you can project it too. That's an impressive gift."
She closed the book softly and handed it back to me, her expression now serious.
"Alright, here's the plan. For our training, I'll let you pick any ability you want to use. Offensive, support—it's up to you."
"I get to choose?" I asked, surprised.
"Exactly. You decide what you want to master first—and," she added, her tone suddenly got serious, "you can test it on me."
I blinked. "Wait, on you?"
She gave a confident nod. "Yes. Don't hold back. I want to see what you can do."
I hesitated. "What if it... hurts you?"
She smiled. "Then I'll know it works. And don't be sorry—I'm only a clone. My original form won't get hurt. Besides, my original self agreed to this. That's why she was chosen to train you all."
There was a pause, her gaze locked with mine.
"Look," she said softly, "if you're going to grow stronger, you have to be willing to use your power. Don't fear it—understand it. Control it. That's what training is for."
I took a slow breath, the weight of her words settling in. She wasn't just offering help. She was offering trust.
"Alright," I said, stepping forward. "Let's see what I can do."
I picked up my tome again and began to choose an ability I wanted—one that would be vital for our upcoming two-versus-two match.
Once I was satisfied with the abilities I had chosen, I showed them to her. She simply nodded.
"Remember the steps Master Felicia taught us," she said."Channel, Control, and Release."
I closed my eyes, channeling the magic energy within me. Concentrating deeply, my amulet began to glow with a elegant purple light. I can feel the swirls of energy inside me. I took a slow, steady breath, drawing the energy inward—I could feel it now. I was in control.
My Tome floated before me, pages fluttering open on their own. I began to read the incantations aloud, each word resonating with power.
"By shattered thought and broken seal,
Exhaust, paralyze, and confuse the mind!"
"Mind Screech!"
Ability explanation:
(Mind Screech is a Mental Enhancement ability designed to overload and disrupt the mental processes of a target. When cast, the ability emits a high-frequency psychic, painfully loud within the mind. It pierces into the consciousness of the target, momentarily scrambling thoughts, breaking focus, and causing a wave of confusion and disorientation. The confusion isn't just momentary; it lingers, leaving behind a heavy mental fatigue that dulls reaction time and weakens cognitive sharpness.)
The day had passed, but my mind remained focused solely on practice and training. I trained eagerly until the sun dipped below the horizon, pushing myself further with every ability I used. I could feel the improvement—real, tangible progress—thanks to Devon's clone, who never left my side. She guided me patiently, offered insight, and shared valuable advice. She even let me apply my magic to her without a single complaint.
Now that I've practiced a good number of the abilities I plan to use in the match, we agreed to continue our training tomorrow—right here in the place I had chosen.
I bid her farewell. She gave me one last nod before vanishing into thin air, leaving behind only the quiet stillness of the courtyard.