Source training

Ashiel could irritation prickling him at the forefront of his mind. This was becoming even more frustrating than it should be. He came to the roof to relax and to survey the lands and imagine a future where he will be able to conquer it. This wasn't what he wanted in the morning. Especially when the other almost seemed like he was condescending him. Turning around as his eyes followed the older boy, he showed his displeasure by placing his hands on his hips, but continued listening to the others response.

He wondered if the other boy was able to read minds. It was as if he was answering the doubts in Ashiel's head about being able to trust him. If he was going to stay neutral and find everyone on equal grounds, he wouldn't be a problem in an invasion would he? He could still turn against him though. His thoughts flew out the window however when he heard the other say, Dreamland.

Memories of his parents disappointment and anger at his insistence of the life he had flashed through his mind. They had never been verbal about their displeasure at hearing the truths he had to say, calling him childish and that he had to grow up from whatever fantasy he was living in. Their obvious disbelief had silenced him and Ashiel refused to talk about it to them any longer. Because even though he wasn't the Ashton they thought he was, they had raised him and he was grateful for all that they had done for him. And though it hurt him they didn't believe him, he chose to not disappoint them.

Triggered, he scowled and grabbed his cape and wrapped it around himself as some sort of shield. "For your information," he hissed, "I am the most favored general in the 188th Great Demon King's Army! I am above everyone here!"

A silence followed him, as he breathed through his mouth, trying to quell the anger that was simmering below. Before long, a flush crept up his features again when he realized he had snapped. "I'm sorry." he said eventually, "I didn't really mean it. For snapping, I mean."

Hal walked up the stairs in silence, holding his cheek. It was already fifteen minutes past ten and he was barely up the stairs to the roof; he was sure to hear from Shinji after their 'don't be late' exchange from the day before. His head was cooled off about his little issues from his rendezvous to the lake the previous night but that really didn't get him out of the possibility of getting into a fight with the other students afterwards.

He could have arrived on time, but his little brawl got him badly bruised that he ended up in the infirmary again. He had bandages on his arms and legs from getting thrown into a rose bush, some burns here and there, and his cheek was badly bruised that it needed to be wrapped with a gauze. He had also hit his forehead but the bleeding stopped already. Although, Hal wasn't going to let these get in the way of his training. Hal had looked forward to training with Shinji when he woke up, but something got in his way which led him to this bruised mess.

He also had to drag himself back to his dorm to change because his clothes were ruined too. Hal shook his head at the thought of the time he had wasted. And all because he didn't want to waste anymore time, he went with the first thing he had grabbed from out of his closet — which just happened to be one of his fairly new but almost never worn button up shirt.

When Hal finally reached the top landing of the stairs, he heard voices. Only one was familiar to him, he was sure it was Shinji's, but the other was someone unknown. He wondered if Shinji invited someone to train with them or if it was just a random student who ended up here at the roof without knowing anything.

Shrugging the thoughts away, he pushed open the door that lead to the roof and found Shinji with another guy in a cape. Hal guesses it was another student but somehow, the cape put him off. He stared at both for a second before finally speaking, "Am I interrupting something...?" he asked with a blank expression. He vaguely heard something about demon kings and generals but Hal decided he was hearing things.

Ashiel froze at the sound of someone else coming through the door. The boy he had been conversing with had immediately turned to the newcomer, a question on his lips as he brushed off their conversation. His temper began rising once more, being brushed off so easily like that and he turned around to give them a piece of his mind.

Catching sight of the new boy, he stopped himself. The brunette by the door was covered in bandages from head to toe. Ashiel's first instinct was to ask if he was okay, but the older boy was already on it. Add the fact that he didn't know him at all; it might just make Ashiel look like the fool.

Turning his nose up, he walked off and headed for the opposite end of the roof. He would have preferred to just leave, but since they were crowding the door, Ashiel didn't really have that many choices for retreat. He'll just stay put and wait for the other two to leave. Right now, he can use this time to compose himself and relax before he busts a nerve.

"Bad company." Hal replied nonchalantly, keeping his ground where he stood. He glanced at the caped student on the other side of the roof for a moment just enough to see him turn away from both him and Shinji. Hal could just see that arrogant air around that stranger by the way he turned his back on them.

Turning to Shinji, Hal pushed up his glasses (which were surprisingly unharmed) and continued, "I sort of bumped into a new student and... things spiralled down to pointless bickering and then into fireball throwing." he said, casually tucking his hands into his pockets. He didnt know the student, and he'd rather not run into them any sooner.

Hal stepped past Shinji and crossed his arms behind his head while saying, "I'm mosly okay though. Just flesh wounds and all that. Nothing serious." He stopped at the middle of the roof, facing the caped one, and after a pause, asked "Who's the guy in the cape though?"

Ashiel's hackles rose. Today was just not a good day for him. He should've decided to survey the lands in the evenings. This was definitely not turning out well for him. Usually he would keep to himself and to avoid starting arguments for the sole sake of his future invasion, but this person here has been grating on him for the last hour.

"I'm bad company?" he exclaimed, stalking up to the pair who was staring at him, "Pardon me for being worried about your well-being! You were the one who didn't have any proper manners when talking to someone!"

He hadn't realized it but two swords materialized behind him, his ability getting out of his control because of his anger. He knew that he should be keeping calm, but he's had it being looked down upon and passed over. He had power, no matter how little it was right now, and he wasn't going to let some ass hat he's just met make it look as though he was the bad guy here.

"Mean? She's a literal demon. With a horrible temper to boot. I'd rather not run into that witch any sooner." Hal responded, his eyebrows raising as he recalled his encounter with the demon. Talk about horrible experiences. He was not looking forward to meeting her again, or having a near similar encounter that could leave him in a worse condition.

But Hal would have spoken too early.

Hal considered it was a mistake to ask Shinji about the boy in the cape instead of asking that student directly. He would agree that the caped one seemed pretty arrogant at first look but to have Shinji say that out loud, it ended up aggravating the caped student. Hal made a step back as the said student walked up to them, riled up by Shinji.

Well, Hal was aware Shinji was going to end up in this situation at one point in time, but why did it have to be a time where he was around and already half beaten up? As the swords materialized behind the stranger, Hal immediately stood on a defensive stance, ready to fight back. He was unarmed but he would rather be ready than not.

"Whoa, okay, I'm sure you guys want to settle your score or whatever but, hi there, I just got beaten up by a fire demon. Can we not do this on a scheduled training session?" Hal spoke, almost a bit sarcastically, but it was clear enough that, yes, he had just been in a fight and was probably on the losing end, given his injuries. It was not a lie and he was being honest that he would rather proceed with his training more than ending up mixed into a fight between two students.