3 Chapter 3: Two Weeks of Hell

Classes are held on the first, third, and fifth days of the week, each class is an hour long with an hour-long break between classes to promote socializing. With all three classes and socializing taken into account a school day should be six hours long, but most skip the last hour of socializing and get something to eat at the cafeteria.

After five hours of purifying his demonic spirit, Ivar was nudged back to reality by Collin. Instructor Berry and the two after him hadn't bothered to demand his attention, which was a shame because his third instructor, Kirea, was a beautiful woman. Her face was one that made most of the male students fall in love, her body made their teenage bodies and minds lustful. As long as she didn't speak, she was a young male's dream woman, but when she spoke, she sounded like very old man who spent days yelling as loud as he could before gargling with broken bits of razor-sharp blades. Ivar was sure all the fantasies the students had of her were silent.

Collin explained what the instructors covered in class, then explained what reading assignments were given. Collin didn't need to bother; today's reading assignments would be what was taught in the next classes. what was the point of learning what you already knew, Ivar knew everything they were teaching by time he turned eleven. The only difference in what he knew and what they were teaching, was what his father and uncles would call flowery words.

After eating lunch with Collin, Ivar returned to his room once again to purify his demonic spirit. Ivar's routine for the rest of this day and the next was very simple: eat, purify, eat, purify, eat, purify, and then sleep at some point. This lasted till just before he was going to quit for the night two days later when his demonic spirit was completely purified.

One could think that only needing three days to purify a low-ranked demonic spirit at only the 1st layer was fast, but to Ivar it was hell. Normal meditation is a mindless affair that could be enhanced with pills, elixirs, arrays, and certain items, but when purifying and saturating a demonic spirit you have to take care and think about how you move your spirit power in a certain way. To Ivar the three days of purifying and the next week and a half of saturating would be a long boring two weeks of hell.

When Ivar picked Michael up by his shirt, his transformation only slightly changed his looks, not his strength. The power he showed was warrior training that his father and uncles taught him just after he turned thirteen. He was forced to come to the academy before he made any real progress, but as long as no one has reached the 3rd layer, Ivar should be able to kick the crap out of them.

While warriors pale in comparison to demonic spiritualists of the same rank, but that truly only applies when the demonic spiritualist is in their transformed state. When someone or something is trying to kill you the few seconds to transform is very vulnerable time that can easily lead to death. To make up for this weakness Ivar's ancestor's recommended to train as a warrior as well. Ivar's ancestors were not the first to come up with this solution, nor were they the only ones to recommend it, most demonic spiritualists look down on warriors and don't waste their time training as a warrior.

Warriors can only read Rank 2 on their own, to reach rank 3 a peak Rank 2 warrior needs a Ranks 2 demonic spiritualist to flow their spirit energy into their body. It is a process that takes hours every day for at least a month per Rank 2 warrior, Ivar's family has over twenty Rank 2 warriors. While certain natural objects could provide the spirit energy needed for a warrior to break through to Rank 3, they are exceptionally rare to the point that they may as well not exist. If one did find one, it should be able to be sold for enough money to hire a dozen Rank 2 demonic spiritualists for half a year.

Ivar was having trouble with the thought of two weeks, the thought of two years or more was a crushing nightmare.

For the first few days Ivar was able keep his routine with ease, the fourth day he began to have trouble staying in a meditative state. Sitting for long periods of time with his mind constantly focused was mentally exhausting, so on the fifth day Ivar began warrior training to break up the monotony.

By the tenth day Ivar broke through to the 3rd layer of his warrior training. He found the strenuous training very enjoyable, the only problem he had was checking out, and returning equipment from the resource center. The last day, the clerk just kept asking the same questions over and over again. Infuriated Ivar slammed the two-handed war club into the counter, causing a load noise as the wood of the counter exploded under the strength of the attack. Frightened the clerk fell to the ground, as he tried to crawl away, he saw the war club be thrown like a spear and be impaled into the rear wall.

"Stop wasting my gods damn time, if you're going to force us to waste our time in worthless shit hole, then at least do your fucking jobs, you incompetent fucks!"

Every last bit of Ivar's frustration had transformed into pure rage and exploded outwards. Ivar anger was so great he didn't notice the changes to his body, his skin and eyes had changed, and he now had a thin layer of reddish aura around his body. He also did hear the cheers of the other students in the resource center as he left.

It took several hours to calm down enough to meditate, and when he did, he felt refreshed. His meditation was deep and smooth, to Ivar it felt like this short amount of time was more productive than the last several days combined. After less than two hours the process was complete, after two weeks, his demonic spirit was fully purified and saturated. It no longer felt like that "thing" in his spirit realm, and felt like it was a part of him, like a hand or foot.

Standing up Ivar removed his shirt as he moved to the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror he transformed. His tan skin turned a bright orange color, dark green stripes with a thin bright blue border wrapped around his neck running down his body and arms. His red hair became redder. His face stretched forward like a lizards', his fingertips ended with claws, and his feet became longer and could no longer be used like human feet, instead Ivar had to stand on his toes. There were only two bits of discomfort, the first was a foot and a half long tail that was trapped in his pants, and the second was a scratchy feeling in his throat where poison glands had grown.