'You might have meant none, but you have caused enough.' Spirit growled, bearing his teeth at the teacher. 'A man who tries to control his students is truly not fit to be a teacher, but neither is the man who has nothing in his head!' The anger of such kind was unusual for the wolf, for he usually kept a calm head even when William was trying to tear the world apart, biting him at all the appropriate and inappropriate times, in order to stop him from burning himself to the ground. However, now, he truly looked like a summoned spirit, his eyes ablaze, his teeth bared, his fur ruffled by the short lived chaos. William put a hand on his head, petting him affectionately, and the creature shivered at his touch, before calming down.
'Fine.' he said, a dead expression on his face. 'Then I shall analyse them for you.' Perhaps than the ma would see what have his words done to him.
'I am the Summoner.', he said, never letting of the spirit's head. 'And apparently, that means that I have this world of its own inside of me, where you can see nothing but stars no matter how far you try to go.' That was how both Warrior and Spirit described the place they have come from when he had asked them some time ago. 'And in that world, for spirits were conceived. One, whose sole purpose is to defend me. The wolf growled at those words. 'I summoned him when I was twelve by mistake, for I was so scared that my body didn't know what else to do then to summon a puppy, a still undeveloped spirit, to protect me and guide me. Conclusion of this analysis: children shouldn't be summoning spirits. He made a short pause there, looking at Spirit's eyes. 'Ever since then, he had lived with be, and by the age of fifteen, he had started talking. Conclusion of this analysis: the more time spirits spend in the real word, the more personality they develop. He then looked at his teacher's eyes. Consequences of this conclusion: I was sent first to counselling, then ultimately here. He skipped a lot in his story, leaving a very obvious hole, however, he had no intention of filling it any time soon. 'Insert time skip.' he smiled, somehow amused by all of this. 'And a very obnoxious man by the name of Paragon. When my powers were going out of control, he helped me summon the other, the one whose sole purpose was to Attack. That would be Warrior over there.', he pointed to the still mostly silent creature. 'And I analyse that his means that the when overwhelmed by his own strength, one would explode. And his his teacher in the face. He grinned widely remembering that. 'Anyhoooow, the process was repeated. The more time Warrior spend in the real world, the more his personality developed, and soon, he and Spirit started ganging up on me. Still do it quite often. he snarked, before raising his eyes one more. 'And the conclusion to this analysis is... As Summoner, I did about everything wrong, and do not regret a thing. That good enough for you, Az?'
