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"I'm just saying that Anakin isn't as bad as they make him seem, you know? Under all of that hatred and angst is someone who just needed a helping hand."

"Alex, he murdered a bunch of children with a laser sword."

"But that's only because he wasn't in his right mind. How would you feel if you knew that the only love of your life was going to die and you couldn't do anything about it?"

"He murdered children. With a laser sword."

"Alright, so maybe he isn't completely innocent, but you can't really say he's pure evil either. In the end, he's just as flawed as the rest of us."

"... You Darth Vader fanboys always get on my nerves."

"I take offence to that!"

"Well, yes, you were meant to. Anyways, I have to go back to deliver my essay before the deadline. Try not to burn the kitchen down while I'm gone."

"I swear to god, *******, that was one time."

"You burnt the kitchen trying to boil water! That shouldn't even be possible!"

"We can't all be good at cooking!"

"You weren't even cooking!"

"D-don't you have an essay to hand in!?"

"... Alright, I'm leaving now. This conversation is not over."

My eyes shot open but I could only see an eternal darkness that threatened to swallow me whole. A darkness so deep and chilling that I could practically feel my soul trembling in fear of its-wait, my face is on my pillow.

I turned my body around and laid the back of my head on my pillow, staring at the wooden ceiling. My arms and legs were sprawled in an awkward position under the covers of my bed. I didn't really do anything other than stare at the ceiling for a bit longer. I would probably fall back asleep after a couple of minutes.

Except I didn't.

I scowled, and hissed a little bit, when a ray of sunlight flashed across my face. I could easily close the curtain but I didn't really want to move my body any more than necessary; I was feeling rather comfortable in bed and if I got up now, I would lose that comfort.

But the light, it burns.

I made a strange sound between a shriek of rage and a growl of annoyance.

"Eli, just close the curtains if the light bothers you that much." A familiar voice could be heard from the other side of my door. 'A woman's voice', was my first thought. 'A woman who is my mother', was my second. It seems my skill in the art of deduction is not lacking; my boy Sherlock would be proud of me.

Wait, how did she know what I was doing?

"And since you're already awake, hurry up and get downstairs already. Breakfast is on the table." Mum's voice cut through my musing before she left the hallway. I could hear her footsteps going down the stairs until they disappeared.

I glared at the beam of light.

This is all your fault.

'What are you gonna do about it?'

Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me but I swear I heard it challenge me. With an angry war cry, I launched myself forward and grabbed the curtain with an iron grip, pulling it to the left. I took a perverse glee in the way the ray of light disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

Take that!

... And now the comfort has been lost.

Well, I have no reason to stay in bed anymore.

I quickly flipped the blanket off myself and put on my lion slippers before dragging myself over to the door. I am proud to confirm that I don't need to stand on my tiptoes to open the door anymore. It means a lot more to me than most people would imagine.

I made a beeline for the bathroom and jumped up on my stool to reach the sink. While I can reach the doorknobs now, I still haven't grown tall enough to reach the sink. Mum thinks it's cute, Dad thinks it's hilarious and I think it's mortifying.

While I brushed my teeth, I allowed my thoughts to go back to my dream before I woke up.

It's weird dreaming about a past life. Well, it's more of me replaying an old memory rather than dreaming. It's like watching a movie that I've already seen multiple times; the only weird part is that I star in it. There were other people as well but most of the memories revolved around myself.

Alex was my roommate back when I was still a university student, waaay before my unfortunate demise. As one of the only people I had kept in touch with after we graduated, we were pretty close.

He was a bit rough at times, an idiot most of the time and a terrible university roommate all of the time, but he was a good friend nonetheless. I don't know if I'll ever find another person like him.

After having finished with brushing my teeth, I rinsed my mouth and washed my face before going back to my room. I pulled out articles of clothing from my cupboard and put them on one by one.

A white shirt accompanied with a black bow tie. Then came the black vest and matching pants, finally followed by white socks and gloves, black shoes and a matching blazer. I stared at myself in the mirror, dressed up in a small suit, and checked for anything out of place. I need to make sure to look my best if I'm going to be spending another day at the Heartfilia manor.

Sea-green eyes stared back as I took in my appearance. I made a couple of faces and poses that were reflected back but ultimately felt a little put off by myself. Not because I was embarrassing myself in front of nobody but because it's never easy getting used to seeing myself with another face; kind of like wearing someone else's clothes.

My baby fat can still be found on some parts of my face but I give it one more year before it's all gone. Still doesn't change the fact that I'm always going to be one cute child, and that isn't narcissism on my part. All of the maids, Mum included, have clearly shown that no matter what I do, I'm always going to be an adorable little boy for them to coddle and pamper.

I noticed that my blonde hair was all over the place so I quickly fixed it. After brushing and smoothing it down, my hair was back to its former glory. I only have one problem with it and that would be that infuriating little strand of hair that refuses to stay down. The little shit is always sticking out no matter how many times I brush it down. Even if I wet my hair, it just sticks back up after it dries.

Stupid anime physics messing with my hair.

I stared at myself for a little longer and gave a little smile. Yep, that's better. Mum always says that every morning should start off with a smile.

That smile was wiped off my face when my bedroom door was slammed open and a giant wearing a chef uniform walked in. He had a wide grin on his face as he crossed the distance between us in an instant.

"Elias, you need to stop spending so much time staring at your reflection every morning." Dad said as he picked me up with a single hand and held me from the scruff of my shirt. My body was still in the middle of switching to morning mode so I couldn't react properly. That and the way I was swinging around made me feel a little sick.

"Hurgh..."

"Because you shouldn't waste the morning in your bedroom."

"...Ughhurgh."

"Alright, it's because your mother said I can't start breakfast without you."

"...Mugh?"

"Yes, she also made pancakes. Now let's go already."

The smile was back on my face at the prospect of fresh pancakes in the morning. Dad didn't release his grip on me though, most likely out of some baseless fear that I would go back into lazy mode. I don't blame him; if this was any other morning, I would have collapsed into a sleepy puddle the moment he dropped me.

"Good morning Eli." Mum was the first one to greet me with the usual soft embrace and kiss on my cheek. My head sank into her breasts and Dad looked a little miffed for some reason. No point in trying to fight off her hugs anyway, not when I've gotten used to them by now. It's also hard to fight her off when I'm being held in the air like a kitten.

"Morning" I replied as Dad dropped me on the chair beside him. I glanced at the table to see what we're having for breakfast today and yep, it's another feast. It's times like these that I'm thankful for having been reincarnated into the world of an anime because my god, the food here is amazing. I don't even know what half of this is but it tastes delicious.

Dad and I were ready to devour everything on the table but Mum stopped us with a steely look as she set down a plate of pancakes.

"Have the two of you washed your hands yet?"

I lifted my hands in the air to show her that yes, I have indeed washed my hands. The soap that could be smelt from the short distance between Mum and I was enough to prove my claim. As for Dad, he looked slightly crestfallen at having to leave the table after breakfast had been so close. I almost felt pity for the man. Notice how I put emphasis on almost.

Mum seemed content with watching me dig into the presented feast with a smile on her face. I didn't really notice it though, not when I was too busy gorging myself on whatever I could grab. It's times like these that I was annoyed by my small, six year old hands. Of course, I didn't make a mess either. I've already learnt how to keep clean while eating as much as I can due to pressure from both Mum and Dad; the former who hates seeing a mess and the latter who will finish everything if I slow down.

"So Eli," Mum began as she finished her own share of breakfast. I turned towards her with something cheesy stuffed into my mouth and tilted my head in a questioning manner, "Are you ready for another day at work with your parents?"

Parents.

I felt my mouth stretch into a smile.

"Yeah."

I could get used to having parents.

I am currently standing facing against a monster driven mad by its misplaced rage towards my innocent self. His golden hair and black eyes contrast greatly with the flames of rage that he is releasing. His eyes are shining with a crazed purpose that only wants to see me suffering.

Oh, that was rude of me. I shouldn't talk about my parents' boss like that.

Sorry Jude.

"What's with that look, huh!?" the man in question growled, seemingly more angry than before. "You are up to something, aren't you!? You can't be trusted after all!"

"Jude-sama, if you are still worried, then allow meh to watch over the pair."

I jumped when I felt a hand place itself on my shoulder and turned around with an angry pout on my face. "Capricorn! I keep telling you to stop doing that!"

Capricorn's sunglasses shimmered for a moment as he gave me an amused smile. Yes, Capricorn the Celestial Spirit. As in, Capricorn of the Zodiac keys. The goat-man in all his furry glory. I knew I would meet one of the spirits at some point but I didn't think it would happen so early into my life.

"Will this be enough to calm your worries?" Capricorn asked with his right hand on his chest and a perfect bow. Man, Capricorn is so cool. If I'm going to be a butler, I want to be like him.

"I'm afraid it is not enough at all, Capricorn. I don't want-" Jude began, only to freeze when he felt a delicate hand place itself on his right shoulder. He slowly turned around, trying to prolong it for as long as possible because Layla Heartfilia stood there with the kind of smile that promised an ungodly amount of pain.

"What exactly is not enough, dear?"

The cavalry has arrived!

"Good morning, Layla-sama-" I shut my mouth when she sent me the same smile and quickly rectified my words. "B-big sis Layla." I finished and sighed inwardly when she nodded with a satisfied hum.

"Honey, what's going on here?" Layla asked without moving her eyes from Jude who, might I add, looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Then he remembered his original reason for standing guard outside Lucy's bedroom and steeled himself. Are you sure you want to do this? That's hell you're walking into.

"I was merely defending my baby girl from this boy." he said "boy" as if I'm something disgusting. How rude. "I don't doubt that he's planning on taking our daughter away from us! I can understand his presence in the manor but I cannot condone his close relationship with Lucy! He'll take her away from us! That boy is a cunning one, I just know it!"

He pointed at me as if to emphasise his point but I was too busy talking with the butterfly on my finger to see it.

Thankfully, his rant was brought to a end when Layla gave him a glare that carried some sort of hidden message with it. I don't know what it was but it was enough for Jude to back down.

I mentally moved her up on my list of important people.

"I'm sorry Elias, Jude is just feeling a little tired from overworking." Layla apologised for Jude with a slightly strained smile. I get it Layla, overprotective dads are really annoying to deal with.

"..." Jude didn't really say anything but the message was clearly conveyed in his expression-wait a minute. Is...is he pouting? He is pouting! Dude, men your age should not be pouting. It just looks so wrong on the face of a grown man with a moustache. I don't think I'll be able to get rid of this memory any time soon. Actually, isn't there a magic related to memories? Maybe if I learn it, I can delete this scene from my mind.

"Don't worry, Jude-sama. I'll take good care of Lucy. You can count on me." I tried assuring him and he responded with a glare. I smiled and his glare seemed to intensify. Dude, chill. It's not as if I'm going to do anything weird to Lucy. I'm only six years old. Hell, she's only three years old. You need to relax a little.

"Honestly Jude, you're just being dumb! Stop being so dumb!" Yes! You go Layla! Look at him, he's already shrinking back! Put him in his place! "Lucy is only three years old and Elias is just six! What do you think is going to happen!?"

"But-!"

"No buts! Now go back to your study and finish the paperwork you keep leaving to the servants!" Layla then turned to me with a sweet smile whilst leaving Jude stammering like a fish out of water. "Don't listen to what Jude has to say, Elias, Lucy has been waiting for you for quite some time now. Thank you for always making time to play with her, even with your busy schedule."

"Anytime, Big Sis." I gave her one of my killer smiles but only got an amused giggle from her. It seem that my natural charm as a child is getting in my way. I guess I'll have to wait over a decade if I want to make the ladies swoon with my smile. Until then, I'm satisfied with abusing the power that all children possess: cuteness.

I took a look at Jude and yep, he's pouting again while Layla is trying to talk some sense into him. I'm starting to feel a little guilty now but whenever I see that pout, the guilt is replaced by disgust. Ugh, I don't want to be here anymore.

Layla opened the door and called out, "Lucy! Elias is here!" She was followed by a small gasp of recognition before being replaced by the sound of footsteps rapidly coming our way.

That was the last thing I saw before a blonde missile slammed right into my stomach, throwing me further back into the hallway and landing right under the window. It's arms wrapped around my midsection with a tight hug. Wait a minute, missiles don't have arms. That must mean that I was tackled by Lucy. She's pretty strong for a three year old and that's something my ribs and lungs can agree on.

Hmm. This feeling is quite familiar, I just can't remember where I felt it... Oh yeah, it was when I died. I'm dying again, aren't I? I'm about to be killed by a three year old hugging me to death.

Luckily, she loosened her hold on me before I could finish crossing over to the other side. Oh oxygen, how I've missed you! Lungs, I swear I'll never take you for granted ever again! I won't let this little monster come anywhere near you-

"Eli~! I missed you~!" she rubbed her head on my chest with a content sigh. I immediately wrapped my arms around her and rubbed my chin on her head because dang, three year old Lucy is too adorable. I'm sorry lungs but I would rather have a moment of cuteness over oxygen.

"Aww!" Layla absolutely lost it when Lucy snuggled into my arms, gushing about how all of her and Mum's hard work was worth it and that Mum should have been here to see the fruits of their labour. Capricorn, being the ever-faithful servant that he is, had a content smile at seeing how happy his master's daughter was. Meanwhile, Jude looked like he had just eaten a dozen lemons.

Once Layla had finished squealing over the two of us, she allowed us to go on our way. Lucy held my hand in her own and dragged me away with a wide smile on her face, practically bouncing with each step. Just before we were about to leave the hallway, I could have sworn I had heard Jude crying.

Anyways, now that Lucy's up and running, what are we going to do today? There isn't really much for the two of us to do, which is surprising considering that this is a world of magic. Well technically, there's not a lot for myself to do, seeing as how I'm mentally an adult, but Lucy always finds something to do thanks to her childlike curiosity.

Lucy suddenly stopped as if she just remembered something and turned around with an expectant look on her face. She stuck her hand out as if waiting for me to hand her something-ooh...

I quickly rummaged through my pocket and pulled out a muffin. As I expected, it was exactly what Lucy wanted from me. I always bring her small treats that Dad leaves lying around at home whenever I visit the Heartfilia manor.

Lucy quickly swiped the muffin out of my hands before I could blink and dug into it with gusto. She looked like a chipmunk with the way her cheeks were filled with that sweet, chocolatey goodness...

Dang, now I want a muffin as well. I wonder if I have any more left. I went through each of my pockets one by one but can't seem to find one-hmm? What's this? I feel something in my pants. Not that you perverts, something else.

Yes! I still have one left! Lady Luck is truly looking out for me today!

I lifted the muffin to my mouth, ready to take a bite out of it, when I felt something pierce through my body. It wasn't physical, otherwise I would be dead, but death would be preferable to what I knew on an instinctive level was about to happen. Yes, this is much worse because I have no way to defend against it. Damn, I should have expected this! I've forgotten that just like I can abuse my charm as a child, so can Lucy!

Lucy widened her eyes as she pursed her lips, looking like the epitome of innocence. Hell, there was even a tiny amount of unshed tears beginning to collect at the corner of her eyes. It's the most saddest and innocent face I have seen in my six years as Elias Cross, and that's saying something considering how I abuse the hell out of my own puppy eyes. In fact, it's even deadlier than my own considering that she is an actual child rather than an adult stuck in a child's body.

"Jii..."

I took a step back out of fear and she followed with a step forward.

"Jiiiiiiiii..."

Damn it! Lucy, that's unfair!

"Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..."

S-shit! My arm! My arm is moving on its own! No! Stop! Don't give in! You can fight it! We can fight it!

'But...she's so cute...'

Calm down, my right arm! It's a trap! Don't fall for it! You're better than this!

'Must...headpat...the loli...'

Left arm! You've betrayed me as well!?

"Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..."

Gah! I can't fight it! I... I'm losing...control...over my...self...

"Tag, you're it!"

I blinked.

I feel like I just woke up from a long dream. Wait a minute, where am I? This isn't the hallway I was standing in literally a second ago. When did I get here? Last I remember, I was in the hallway with Lucy when she-MY MUFFIN!

I glared at my arms with the fury of a thousand suns. My muffin was taken because the two of you couldn't keep your hands, er, yourselves away from her. What do you have to say for yourselves?

'Couldn't help it, she was too kawai.'

'What lefty said.'

Before I could punish my arms in an act of burning rage clouding my judgement, I felt a tiny hand tap my back accompanied by Lucy crying out, "Tag, you're it!"

I instinctively reached out my arms in an attempt to grab her-there's no way I'm losing to a three year old-but she managed to slip out of reach at the last moment.

When were we playing tag? How did I end up in the garden? Questions for later. Right now, I have a protagonist to catch.

Five minutes later...

"Come on slowpoke!"

"Faster!"

"Can't catch me!"

Why am I having trouble catching a three year old, snot-nosed brat!? I'm six! She's three! WHY!?

"Hey look! It's a rainbow!" I cried out, pointing towards the empty sky. Just as I predicted, my target turned around almost instantly with an excited glint in her eyes. You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! Without wasting anymore time, I leapt forward and smacked my hand against her own, slightly pushing her forward in the process. She seemed to realise what was happening as soon as I tagged her. Such a shame she reacted a second too late.

"Ah! That's not fair! You tricked me!" Lucy accused with her finger pointed at me.

"There are no rules in Tag which means that anything's fair." I deigned her accusation with a snort. If she want's to use her child logic against me, then I'll just retaliate with child logic as well.

"Yes there are! You're not allowed to cheat!" Lucy denied my statement as she shook her head from side to side, making her blonde hair swing around in the air. "You... You're a cheater!"

I'm not usually one for running around and playing like normal children. It might be strange for everyone else but they don't know that I'm a literal man-child. Rather than force myself into a role I find uncomfortable, I much prefer just laying around and doing nothing, or reading books. It's all I can do since there's nothing else for me to do.

But dang, do I feel super competitive right now. I feel like I can take on the whole world; is this what children in positions of power feel like? If so, I can see why they enjoy winning so much.

It would be easy to let her win, just as I've done most of the time, but the problem is that whenever I didn't, she starts tearing up and the guilt I felt just forces me to go along with whatever she wants.

Like right now. She's starting to tear up. Again.

"Alright, I'm sorry." I apologised as I made my way forward. "You were right. I was cheating, which means that I'm a cheater. I won't do it again so can you please stop-guh!"

The air was knocked out of my lungs when she tackled me as soon as I was in her range. Before I could even blink, she wraps her arms around my midsection and brings me in with a tight hug.

I look up at her with a tired glare as she gets comfortable on my chest. She looks down at me with a mischievous smile, her amber eyes shining with a barely concealed mirth.

"Ehehe, got you!" She giggled as she rubbed her head on my chest.

"You were faking it, weren't you Lucy?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Mhmmm!" She admitted without missing a beat, looking down at me with that annoyingly cute grin on her face, "And you fell for it again!"

I let out a sigh as my head fell back on the ground with a soft thud. I tried moving about but found that she held my body with a vice grip, refusing to allow me to run away again. She managed to trick me, an adult. I have no excuses that will make me feel better about myself. Does this make me dumber than a three year old? Isn't that a depressing thought.

After what felt like five minutes, I raised my head once more. Since I couldn't use my arms at the moment, I opted to get her attention by prodding at her head with my chin.

"So," I began, "can you let go of me now?"

"Nope!"

Another sigh escaped my mouth.

"Ehehehe…" Lucy carries on giggling and leans down to rub her cheek against my chest, her legs kicking the air behind her. Oi, what do you think I am? I'm Elias of the noble house of Cross, not your glorified body warmer. I should teach her a lesson to respect other people's boundaries and-

"Besides, I enjoy cuddling with you.", Lucy smiled as she said this, "You're really warm, and always nice to me, and my friend, so I like it when I'm with you."

...

Well fuck. I can't do anything about it anymore, now can I?

In the end, I resigned myself to the fate of being her glorified body warmer.

I closed my eyes and slowed down my breathing in an attempt to find some semblance of concentration. I sat on the carpeted floor of the library with crossed legs as Bero made sure to keep his watchful gaze on me.

"That's right, make sure to keep up that level of concentration." Bero advised from where he was perched atop the tower of books. "Try not to break it, otherwise we'll see some more nasty side-effects."

The library was quiet, save for the sound of my breathing and Bero moving about. Every evening, after Lucy is put to bed, I could use my free time for my own sake until the servants, Mum and Dad included, finally went back to their own homes. Until then, I could be found in the library with Bero who had accepted to train me a year ago.

Everyone in this world is born with a metaphysical container within their bodies, also referred to as their First Origins. Only 10% of the continent's population are able to access it, however, and those 10% are able to wield magic, a power that was regarded as nothing but a fantasy back in my old world.

A year ago, I discovered myself to be a part of that 10% with the help of Bero, the librarian of the Heartfilia family's grand library; a treasure trove filled with all kinds of books. Some were written by famous authors while others were of magical origin. I guess this is where Lucy's love for books began, or will begin.

It didn't take Mum and Dad much convincing to allow me to learn under his tutelage. Everyone in the Heartfilia manor is pretty easygoing, though that's to be expected from a place like this.

It also helps that Bero is more knowledgeable than Layla in regards to magic. It's not a matter of being a mage so much as it is to be knowledgeable. Bero is an expert when it comes to handling magic; a jack-of-all-trades, so to speak. He understands the best method to teach an aspiring mage and how to implement it.

And so, I have spent the last year learning magic from Bero, the only man qualified enough in the Heartfilia mansion to teach others.

Another deep breath. Hold it for seven seconds whilst slowly circulating magic through my body. Release my breath and cut the flow of magic.

It's a slow process but highly effective in magic control, something that is crucial for anyone who calls themselves a mage. Too much magic power in a single spell will cause its power to overflow and create all kinds of side-effects depending on the spell being used. An offensive spell might go crazy and explode in the casters face, a support spell might affect other people, a summoning spell could teleport the caster somewhere else, and more.

I have been repeating this same action for the last thirty minutes or so. If it was the me from a year ago, I probably would have lost my patience at the rate I was progressing. However, I've already learnt firsthand that patience is key and that rushing headfirst will only do more harm than good.

If there's one thing I've learnt, it's that magic is as dangerous as it is beautiful.

"That's enough of that." Bero's voice cut through the silence. "Allow your magic to circulate through your body and keep it that way. Make sure to remember that level of control as you do so."

I followed his instruction as he jumped off his tower of books and walked over to another part of the library. I couldn't see what he was doing but I could hear him moving some things around.

"I can't feel your magic!"

Oh. Right.

I took another deep breath and opened my magic container once again. As my my magic power flooded my body, a warm feeling spread throughout my entire self-like standing under the rays of the sun at dawn. It made my toes and fingers curl in on themselves and I had to repress a sigh because my god, magic feels so good when it runs through your body.

Marijuana has nothing on magic power.

Flowing magic through the body doesn't do much except for act as a reinforcement of sorts. It's not enough to tank whatever comes your way but it's enough to not die when you're flung through multiple buildings. It can also be improved with the quantity of magic power one has. Right now, I'm stronger than the average human but that can be improved in the future.

Bero soon came back looking satisfied with my degree of control over my magic. He's also carrying a large-as-fuck longsword in his hands. If I were anyone else, I would be confused and a little scared with an old man brandishing a sword at me. However, I knew exactly what he wanted me to do the moment he came back with said sword.

"Try using your magic on this sword, and don't forget to take it slowly. We don't want to repeat last year's incident, do we?"

I ignored the wince in my right arm from the memory. My arm still tingled whenever I thought back to that certain incident a year ago.

As Bero dropped the sword on the ground in front of me, I placed my right hand on the flat side of the sword and built a certain image in my head. The image usually depends on what type of magic you use; the closer it is to your magic, the easier it is to activate it.

In my case, all I had to do was imagine the sword before me.

A bright, silver magic circle sprung to life above my right arm. It had an intricate design that resembled pointed arrows in the outer circle while the inner circle consisted of blades that all pointed towards the centre, where a single sword stood.

The magic circle enveloped both the sword and my outstretched limb in a bright light; not bright enough to make me avert my eyes but enough to make me wince slightly.

As the light began to die down, sword after sword grew rapidly as tempered steel stretched across my arm, creating a powerful, albeit thin, layer of iron.

The entire process took about seven or eight seconds, something that can easily be shortened with practice, but the end result was still as satisfying.

My entire arm was covered in iron scales. They weren't the scales of an animal or a beast, nor were they the scales of a demon. They were swords; swords that numbered a hundred at the very least, packed tightly to create an arm of shining steel.

"Fuck yeah!" I roared as I pumped my fists in the air, only to let out a small cry when a wooden stick whacked me on my head. "Gramps! What the hell!?"

"Language." Bero chastised with a huff but there was a smile on his face as well. "Regardless, well done on another success. However, do remember to practice your control as your magic reserves grow or your spells will spiral out of control."

"Yeah yeah, I got it." I waved off the concern. "Keep practising, I got it."

I stared at my steel arm that reflected my grinning face. This is my magic, the magic that nobody else but I can use; one might even say it's my personal brand of magic. It may fall into Take-Over but it's still an unseen variant.

As the one who had naming rights over it, seeing as how it's my magic, I dubbed it "Blade Soul".

As the name implies, it is a magic that allows me to take over bladed weapons and apply their characteristics directly to myself. It technically works with anything that falls into the concept of a blade but weapons are the easiest of the lot.

"Hmm..." Bero hummed as he looked at the clock. "It's starting to get late. You had better go on back home before you get into trouble with your parents."

I had to fight down the disappointment that almost showed itself on my face. I was hoping to stay here longer and keep messing with my magic. Bero must have sensed it because he tussled my hair in an attempt to make me feel better. I wasn't staying quiet because I enjoyed it. No sir, not at all. It's not as if I enjoyed spending time with the only grandfather-figure I've had in both of my lives.

Blade Soul is surely going to become a powerful magic in the future as long as I continue to train it. With it, one of my objectives can be considered complete while two are still left, though the remaining ones don't matter until way into the future.

Now, I wonder what would happen if I took over a magic weapon?

First off, sorry for taking so long to update. I'm not about to make up an excuse to defend myself or anything so lets just leave it at that.

Moving on, this chapter was used to show how Elias interacts with his parents, Layla and Jude, and Lucy. I hope you all enjoyed the fluff as much as I did. Capricorn barely got any time in this chapter but next chapter will include all of the Celestial Spirits currently in the Heartfilia manor.

There's also the first look at him learning magic. Bero was the old man who taught Lucy her Celestial Spirit magic so it shouldn't be weird that he does the same for Elias.

And finally, there's Blade Soul. I told you all that I would create an OC Take-Over and I never fail to deliver! I had a review from someone who thought that any Take Over magic I create wouldn't be able to compare to Satan Soul because demons are op and whatnot. Well how about now, random person whose name I forgot?

Anyways, this idea was based off two things: Jenny's Machina Soul and Shirou Emiya.

Jenny had shown us that Take Over doesn't have to be limited to living creatures, as her Machina Soul allows her to take over machines who clearly don't have souls. That opened up a lot of avenues for Take Over ideas, yet most people seem to focus on ideas like the usual Angel Soul, Element Soul or, god forbid, Dragon Soul.

The sword part came from Shirou and the first line of his UBW aria: "My body is made out of swords". The only difference between this magic and UBW is that Elias becomes a sword on the outside while Shirou is a sword in and out. It's basically a watered-down version of Shirou and his "Body of Swords".

This does not mean he'll be using UBW or anything similar, so don't get your hopes up.

That's all I got to say for now. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't forget to leave a review.