Finding Oneself (Immaculate Summon training)

Dreams we're a strange way to find yourself starting an adventure and this was definitely not the first time Nao had dreamt a dream of not being who he quite was. Especially considering that meeting up with his mentor showed that he wasn't the Nao he originally thought he was. The Leviathan could tell that Nao wasn't the Nao he previously spoke to but instead a different one. Because of that one piece of information he lost all his powers of being a slayer.

It didn't matter too much besides the fact he wasn't given his eye abilities back either and was forced to become a... ugh... normal person. Whatever the hell that actually was in this world. He wasn't entirely too sure what that even meant to be perfectly honest. Instead he was just in a crisis of identity. What was it to be when it came to being Nao.

Even Charlie had been set free after giving up his powers. The storm King didn't want anything to do with the ex water slayer now that he couldn't even control the water!

Instead Nao would lie there on the S.S myrmidon, or George as it was otherwise known. He would stay in his cabin and mope about for a while, hoping that by lying in bed all day he could either find his purposes, or sleep himself to death. Either way seemed to be a really great idea after all. And if he was successful on either one then he at least made his time worthwhile.

But the purpose driven answer didn't seem to come into fruition and instead he found himself slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.

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Sleep wasn't really something he really remembered doing all that often. Nights went by without dreams and closing his eyes and waking up was basically just like blinking. He never really knew how to convey this feeling or thought but he knew it was odd that he could not remember or recall ever dreaming. He couldn't really recall anything unless he tried really hard to recall something, and there would be a sort of divine spark in his brain.

But this time he could recognise that his mind was bringing him back to somewhere but he wasn't sure where. It seemed to be a place where he was not special, just one of the same as others. This just have been how non mages felt about themselves. He just felt plain as he looked around his dream and just saw many of... himself wandering around, working.

He found it so very bizarre to see so many of himself and yet at the same time he really felt connected to all these similar and familiar figures in front of him. They all acted similar to him and yet everyone had a different costume or disposition that made them slightly different to everyone else.

He couldn't help but feel he recognised the place in his dream, and that he was just recounting his life before he ended up on the surface.

Wait...

Surface..?

Why did he know where this place was? Why did he know it was underground, but he felt certain that he knew where to look. But he didn't know where to even start.
2/25 264 wc

It was a strange thought to have. To believe that the surface wasn’t where he felt home was. The surface world was a very vast place and any single spec of it could be called home. But for some reason he felt like something was calling him to somewhere else. It was like a beacon being shone from such a far away distance, and he couldn’t help but find himself attracted to at least the thought of humouring it slightly. He couldn’t help but feel that this place he wanted to go to was only a short distance away, and that now he was free from his water magic what else was there to actually do in this world? Sure he had his time magic, but that was not as exciting as the idea that there was something bigger out there. Something bigger than a few spells that he had.

The thought about where he was meant to be going only started to grow more and more as he thought about it. He thought about how he wasn’t really here but actually meant to be elsewhere. He knew he still had his team and his guild to worry about. But at the same time… what was he actually doing his team anyway? He only last went on a job with Ana and it ended up with him losing all his powers anyway!

He just needed to go explore for a few days… Yeah! Just only need to explore for a short while.

WC:252
3/25

Nao packed his bags, rushing through to grab all the essentials and anything he couldn’t grab now he would store in the pocket dimension of his vest. His bullet proof vest managed to contain so many items including just a tonne of water from being a Slayer. Or at least… it was when he was a slayer before he lost the power.

Once he had everything packed, he checked once more to make sure it was all good before he set off on his adventure. He knew it would take some time to find where he was looking for, and without having a primary magic he felt a little fearful of the perils that could come across them. He knew that something was going to keep him safe no matter what he faced. Something inside him was telling him not to worry, that it had this. No matter where he went in the journey that there would be someone protecting him.

It was unnerving and yet the same time soothing to hear these thoughts run through hi s mind felt a little soothing. He felt a little more confident on the strange journey to find home. There was still the fact that he had to get all the way there, wherever “there” actually was.

He would just grab his backpack and start to leave the place he was staying ,walking in the direction he felt he was being called to. Each step was a step forward in finding where he needed to be.

WC:253
4/25

The journey Nao was making was definitely perilous, as he found out straight away after being chased away from his path by a pack of savage wolves. Being without his whole water magic was kind of a bummer since he could have probably at lease given some flesh wounds before being eaten alive completely and wholely.

Being without magic, Nao wasn’t really able to sense that he was being followed. That the path was starting to be cleared ahead of him, and any dangers behind were being removed. He wouldn’t even hear the fact that there was so many people around him that he was just focused on keeping safe. So focused on keeping safe that he wasn’t even noticing the things around him that were keeping him safe in the first place.

It would take many miles before Nao decided to rest and set up camp. He would gather wood for the fire, and take out a small pack of rations. He would eat them slowly and try begin to enjoy filling up his stomach. That was until he realised there was something in the brushes nearby.

Nao slowly put his food down, and got up, trying to find some kind of weapon. He instead only found a rock and threw it as hard as his frail little arms could throw. It would hit the bushes, before silence.

It was only then that a giant bear would appear from the bushes, and begin to charge at the camp. It looked like he would meet his maker.

WC:257
5/25 (1/5 of the way there... ;-;)