Self dev:Mana overcast

Once again. Kyrian would return back to Rose Court Tower for his studying and meditation.

Every once and a while, Kyrian would return to the library section to get his studies down pat. Hes been studying in the library countless times. Trying to figure out new words or how to count crowns and such of the things. He even tried to get a better grasp on magic. Which seemed harder than he thought since he never really was the one to read. He was only interested in the things that would benefit him and build him up. Which was why he kept at his studies. He even read up on rune writing. But never really got the hang of it.  So that was something that he dropped fast.

But today was a different day. Instead of building up one words. He decided to train on his magic. But the only thing is that he didn't know how too, and then ontop of that. Cyano didn't know how to either. Which caused him to be enraged with himself that he didn't how to benefit himself for the better. He was defeated, with ease! when he went against Wesker. A non-talking cocky depraved bastard who was aligned with his two brothers. He used both Hellstorm and Cosmic magic against him and didn't go easy at him at all! Each blast, beam, shock, hurt like hell and now Kyrian was recovering from those attacks. Wesker had turned a stranger's friendly spar into something more. Which brought Kyrian to his climax. What enraged him even more. Was the fact that Wesker had threatened to kill him while he was down, and it wasn't even a good reason! The reason for trying to kill him was because Kyrian lied about his name! What kind of maniac would do such a thing!? But at the same time. Wesker did lose the use of his tounge and somehow had a parrot who could talk perfectly for him. So if it'd be anyone. It would be him. But knowing this caused him even more furious. Why was his brothers hanging out with such a monster? His power clearly wasn't normal as it was similar to Cyano's. Kyrian knew that for someone to even obtain such a power had to be dark in some ways. Kyrian knew this from the hell that Cyano had put him through the first day they met. Which caused him to be even more furious.

For one thing, Kyrian loved a good fight. A fight that would drive him to go all out. Reach his climax. One that would cause him to fight with everything that he got. Causing him to fall and fall again for him to only stand back up to enjoy the fun. But at the same time. He hated to lose. It infuriated him as the battles that he had lost would always seem to find its way back towards him. Causing  him to stand up with a short outburst of yelling and his aura to coming alive and attacking the surrounding area. Throwing the desk forward and his chair back. But as soon as his wild awakening had occurred. It would soon come to an end as he noticed that he almost destroyed the desk and chair as he unfolded his wrath. On the plus side. He also heard people speaking loudly and walking over towards the library section. This little scene had caused Kyrian to quickly jump forward and pick up his desk and back step to grab at his chair to pull it by the desk and sit on, which he just so happened to do quick enough because by the time he sat down. Guards came rushing over to check about what was going on. Which in turn, Kyiran would wave off and tell them it was nothing, telling them that he mistakenly stabbed his own hand with the pen that he was writing with. Which earned him some confused glances and weird looks. But it didn't take long as the guards would walk away as if nothing happened. No one was hurt, and nothing was broken, so the guards shrugged it off as if it was nothing. Making Kyrian sigh in relief as they left the section.

Looking back at his paper. Kyrian didn't know what to do. Knowing that he planned to work on his magic, but the problem was that he didn't know how to practice on it. As to seeing how Cyano knew nothing but little on Energy magic. It was up to Kyrian to finish what she started. But how? Quickly giving up on his plan to train on his the element of energy. He went back to the books. Only that  he basically finished everything he needed to do that Cyano had assigned him. Making him even more frustrated. Kyrian would push himself away from the desk and pace back and forth. Avoiding the other few who gave him worrying glances as if they were afraid that he would have another sudden "Outburst". But that didn't bother him as he was used to the 'stares' that people would give him whenever he was around. He still walked around barefoot unless he planned to go up north again where it was a frosty wonderland. He loved the snow. But just hated the cold. Which was weird? Or so he thought. But as Kyrian paced around. It wouldn't take him long to find himself at the back of the library. It was an unusual as it was his first time ever being at the back of the Library. But at the same time. It could be a place for him to learn more stuff. Maybe they had better books in the back? Who knew? This had only peeked Kyrian's interests even more as he walked toward the book case and started to read the titles of the multiple of books that were stored in the shelves.

It would turn out that there were a few books which titles had interested Kyrian. Causing him to reach out and grab a few books. But as he touched the solid cover. He froze for a full minute as he stared hard at the title. Was he really going to go against his word? No. . . It wasn't going to happen. Taking a few steps back. He would moan in annoyance as he sat down hard on the ground in a criss cross apple sauce formation. Only then would place both hands on either sides of his legs and think hard. He began to concentrate so much to the point where he started to annoy himself. Only then Kyrian had found that it was hard to come up with ways to improve his magic. That there wasn't much things that he thought of? Thinking of foods that could have the potential of boosting his powers? Maybe a ring? A gem? All of Kyrian's thoughts became halted in a dead end. It was impossible for any of those things to happen. Especially since he wasn't capable to find any of those items as of the moment. So what could he possibly do to get stronger. What was something that he could do boost his strengths? What would Cyano do? She'd probably find a way to increase her power even in the littlest  of ways. But what? What would she do?

Then suddenly it hit him. It wouldn't take long for Kyrian to close his eyes and relax his muscles as he concentrated deeply upon himself. He hadn't done this exercise in a year since Cyano had stopped doing it with him every so often. But now everything was coming back. Everything he remembered. The feeling, the sensation. It was like picking up an old toy stuck in your attic and remembering how much fun you had with it when you were much younger. Or finding an old gift that you held to when you were younger. It was a similar feeling. Such a relaxing thing had happened to him as he cleared out everything in his mind. Only concentrating on the flow of his mana. Flowing throughout his body. Feeling it move throughout his body as the currents with the sea. Feeling this moment blast back at him caused him to smile both inside and out. It was sweet. Calming as he felt rejuvenated. Before long Kyrian would try and control his mana. Making it move from within his body. Pushing it out externally. But keeping control of it. Having it surround his body in a protective-like aura. It wouldn't take long as his body was covered, bottom to top, with just purely his mana. But as it remained there in motion. He felt his calm and smooth breathing start to waver as he began to pant uneasily. The shroud around him would soon waver and beam out of control. Causing him to struggle with it. It wouldn't take long before before his shroud would break. Causing his eye lids to flutter open frantically as leaned forward and started to breath heavily.

Kyrian's body would soon be on the verge of sweating as he sat there on the floor out of breath. He didn't know that it would've been so taxing after the multiple of times that he practiced this same technique so many times in the past before. But here he was. Exhausted and out of breath. Causing him to lay back on the floor. Soon to stare up at the ceiling. He would begin to think as to why Cyano had told him to keep up this training. He didn't know that it was that hard to keep his mana flowing smoothly around his body. He thought it was the same thing as doing with his energy shroud. But with his shroud. He would let his energy emit outwards. Not trying to keep in centered on him. This sort of method was definatly more taxing than what he was used too. It wouldn't take long before Kyrian's shirt and pants were soaked in his own sweat. He couldn't nearly believe that it was this taxing. He felt as if he fought against, Wesker, both of his brothers, Cyano, and even that blue headed demon Mario. Then after running a five thousand kilometers afterwards all out. It was a crazy thought. But he knew it had to be that exhausting some how. Maybe worse, maybe less. He just knew that it was somewhere around there. Causing him to once again close his eyes. He needed to regulate his breathing. Making him breath from within his nostrils, and letting it all out from his mouth.

It wouldn't take long for Kyrian to calm his breathing and have his heart rate return to normal. He would continue this for a while before sitting back up in his previous posture. He would soon attempt the same thing. Pushing his mana externally and keep it flowing there. Hoping that he would have better concentration this time. Only that he would repeat his past failure as he once again ended up stretched out on the floor with his heartbeat racing once more and his breathing at a panic. Sadly once more he was frustrated with himself once more. How he couldn't do something so simple that most magi's could do. But what if he was going about it the wrong way. He could obviously keep his mana in an shroud like form around his body. But keeping it for flowing around him for a long duration was another thing. But what if he was going about it all the wrong way? What if there was another secret to whatever Cyano was talking about. What if it was a different scenario. This brought Kyrian to a stop as he would calm his breathing as he thought about different ways to control this technique. But unlike before. He couldn't think of anything. He kept on coming up with dead ends. It wouldn't take long for Kyrian to become to exhausted to the point where he would have to take a break for the rest of the day. So he'd give it one more attempt. Just to see if he could keep the shroud stablized. Then if he could hold it solid for a long enough period. He would have to improvise there.

Returning once more to his regluar position once more. He cleared his mind. It wouldn't take long for his mana to seep outwards slowly to start forming around his body as if it was an protective barrier. Step one accomplished. Now it was time to see if Kyrian could maintain this position for the moments to come. In which he later did. As an hour would go by. But just by keeping it that way. The shroud would grow massively in size as he kept his mana flowing around him and not being released into the air. But rather growing as it flowed around his body. Being impressed that he kept this hold on it for a while. Kyrian would then be satisfied with this accomplishment indeed. But then a wild thought would go charginig through his head as he started to think. That the manifeastation of mana can make a being set himself on fire and not get hurt. Breath underwater for days and not drown. Level cities and walk away with impunity. So what if he could use the mana that he had gathered around his body to reach out and grab objects. Or maybe break things. This would then make him remember of the day that he fought Darjeeling. Cyano's daughter. The day that he threw out a part of the energy that was manifeasted around his body. Using it as an extension of himself. Causing him reach out further than his was phyiscally capable of and stop Darjeeling in her tracks as she ran about.

An extension of himself? He never thought about it like that before. But the mana that was gathered around him was massive. Causing him to grit his teeth together as he tried to continue this technique. What ever Cyano was thinking of. It was something amazing. Now he wouldn't have to get out of bed and walk all the way down stairs to grab a bottle of milk to drink! He could just use his mana to fetch it for him! He wouldn't even have to deal with the annoying noises that the druken people make at the inn. Instead he could just sit right at home and not worry about a thing. Filled with excitement and temptation. Kyrian would try to push his mana forth. Not to do anything in specific. Just to reach out and touch the wall infront of him. But as his mana had manifeasted into a hand like object to dared to move forward. All of his build up of mana would start to wave out of control. Causing sweat to start breaking out of his skin once again. It didn't take long, for him to stop his new idea. There was to much mana he released and even though he was controlling it externally. He could only cut off the flow and keep it surrounding him. But as Kyrian had decided to release the mana in the air slowly so it wouldn't combust in his face or do anything he wasn't expecting. He thought of another idea. What if. What if he pour the mana back into himself. Have it circulate throughout his body externally and internally. It would be as his mana normally circulates throughout his body. But this time, it would move outwards to only go back in wards. In a repeating motion so that it would be smooth and help his new idea of this method.

Thinking of this idea had made Kyrian start it in motion. The more he thought about it. The more he liked it. He saw no errors in his idea and maybe he could control this manifeastation of his new idea. It wouldn't take long before he would thank Cyano for such an idea. Did she have this in mind and left Kyrian to figure out the remaining pieces of this intricate puzzle. The only way that he could find out is by asking her in person. But this was no time to think of how he was going to thank Cyano. He needed to finish and complete this technique, and he was determined to do it today. He had already spent half a day to get to this point, and if he had to. He would spend the rest of it perfecting it or atleast getting it down pat. Focusing on the flow of mana from outside of him. He would slowly put pressure on it towards his body. Pressing it against his skin. It was almost as placing armor upon him, purely made out of mana. But he went even farther. But he also took his time with it. Knowing if he went to far. It would probably cause some major havoc to his body. Internally or externally. In honest truth. He didn't know, but he still held the worse of occassions that could happen at the back of his mind. Making him more determined not to fail. This would cause him to work harder at this. Making him put all his concentration on it.

It wouldn't take long for Kyrian to feel the cold sensation of his mana re-entering his body. Flowing back within his mana circuits and going back into his body. It felt like donating plasma in your blood. Your blood would flow into a machine to detach the plasma from your blood to only to have your blood re-enter back into your own body, giving you a cold sensation that would send chills down the edgiest of lords' back. Kyrian would then keep at this for a while. It felt weird. But pleasing at the same time. But it wouldn't be long before he would feel the mana from within flow from both outside and inside of his body. Keeping the circulation flowing in a rapid motion. Just as it would normally do in his body. Now it was time for Kyrian to see if he could do this on a regular basis. Daring to open his eyes. Kyrian would peak out to only realize that he could see his mana circulate from his body. Moving in a fluid motion, causing his eyes to dialate with the success that he had achieved in such a long time. Now Kyrian started to think that if he could sit down and keep this up. That maybe he could stand and even walk around with this technique going on. In which he did. Carefully getting up. Kyrian would chance a step. To only take another one. Before long he was running back and forth in the back section of the Rose Court Library. He would even start to jump off the walls. Doing flips and all of the sort.

After a couple of hours of keeping his mana flowing externally and internally. He would find himself in a dead stop. Facing the book shelf he would take another shot at this thing. Focusing hard on the controlment of his mana. A hand-like object would stretch out. But Kyrian was positioned far from the book shelf, and as he tried to reach out for a book to pull out. The more energy it took. As he focused out to do the task. He even reached out with one of his hands to help his concentration. The only thing that was now bounding around in his head was that it had to be an extension of himself. It wouldn't take long before he grabbed a book out of the shelf. Excitement soon gleamed in his eye as he retracted it towards him. Before long the book was about touch his hand as he would begin to close his hand to recover the book.  But suddenly it would be crushed within an instance. Causing Kyrian to jump back in fright, dropping the book. Shutting off the flow of the circulation of of externally and internally. Now it was back to his mana being stored inside. It wouldn't take long for Kyrian to walk forward and stare at the book in which he grasp. It was completely crushed. He would pick up the books remains and try to atleast open the book to see if anything inside would be valuable. But as he tried to open it in the slightest of ways. Nothing would work. It was definatly beyond repair and he couldn't think of any other way as to how to fix it. So Kyrian would just place the book against the wall within his plam and emit out a blast of energy, causing the entire thing to turn into ashes. He would then watch it blow away with the wind. Making him turn around to only notice that it was about time that he should head home. Cyano might punish him if Kyrian made her have any excuse to think that he was avoiding his studies. So Kyrian would start heading out of the back-section to the main part of the Library. But it wouldn't take long for him to recieve the scent that he was giving off, which was utter musk as his nose would srunch up with a disgusted expression on his face.

He really did need to get back home, and the first thing that he would do is take bath!