Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 70

It was a mistake to have him, of all people, guiding me through the city because I’m sure he took us through the longest way around possible, buying all sorts of things from stalls along the way, from foods, clothing, mostly useless jewels, fans, and small things to be forgotten inside a trunk somewhere, and almost dragging me inside a theater of all things, but as he had his way, having fun and genuinely smiling at me I am bothered by a strange sense of dejavu, as I have done these things in the past before which is impossible since I have never even lived at the ground level, and the worse thing is that it is not the situation only that triggers that spike of memory back, but the smile that spreads on his face, the combination of both taking my attention off even more than the city itself as we somewhat make our way around the place.

Shaking the strange sense of nostalgia away, in a poor attempt to overcome the strange itching sensation of a reminiscence, my mind overflows itself with real and more tangible memories of this place, from when I got my first mission as a cultivator and had to step out of the peak with master and other disciples as we never went alone in the first operations, and most later on too for that matter since if something happens to you in the middle of nowhere the chances of you ever being found, especially alone, is close to zero.

I remember how I was as excited as uneasy with stepping out in the world like this, and yet had always managed to keep my ice expression up, eager for the experience that would sure put me a step closer into saving mother and getting me stronger and more experienced.

Although that the special attention Master Jiang Min gave, worrying about my well being and asking about my stay and how I was settling in, always so attentive and careful even though my response to him had only been slightly different from the normal cold demeanor that I gave all, with a little bit of respect out of gratitude more than truly reverence, and it got to the point of him even giving some hints of not having a Succeeding Disciple of his own yet, and even if that perspective is what most want for their lives as practitioners I am one of the few who did not have such interests and that always kept my distance from such things, after all it is was only a matter of time before I had to leave all of this human world behind not only in my mission to rescue mother but with the possibility that one day they would discover who I truly am and chase me out for it.

Or worse, try to subdue me to be a bonded slave magical creature, forced to do their bidding and at the mercy of their command like a contracted beast.

But that it is still a distant future so there is no point in worrying so much about it now, so I focus on learning and growing, and these missions were actually one of the few situations I saw myself dwelling in the Sect business for I soon came to realize that the theory is always the premise for practical actions, and there is a limit to how much it could add experience and level wise before getting stuck and adding very little, like learning the angle and calculation the strength needed for a flap of wings to prompt you midair, to actually trying to fly yourself, it needs to be much more natural and instinctive, until it becomes muscle memory.

And as much so as the Enchanters did not truly need practical learning outside the sect, most almost presenting themselves as similar to blacksmiths, a few like myself sought that the best materials out there would not fall on our laps by themselves, and needed to be hunted down.

I won’t deny, however, that the first hunts that I got myself into I had many second thoughts on the matter, of how I despised the cultivators for their practices against magical creatures like myself, but that, in the end of the day, I too would hunt them down for my own purposes, and at some point for my own greed and need for power.

It took me some time to get into terms with it, mostly because, after a lot of thinking I did realize that we may be similar creatures to a degree, but I was a predator, and they were my prey and I had to hunt.

It was natural cycle of life.

Simple as that.

That’s how I ended up learning how not only to enchant weapons, nor craft them, but, above all, use them.

And I will deny however that some rascal helped in that regard despise my resistance to his presence as he kept training many set of battle stances in front of me, making it a little easier for me to choose a weapon of my own because, you see, I still that problem with my health being too low, and as much as wands sound interesting for a magic dweller like myself they offer little to no protection in a real battle.

And learning the ways of a fight while learning how to make the weapons for it was quite an interesting endeavor for an always studying type of guy like myself.

Still I remember when my hopes of getting a better, or rather, not useless evolution were shattered when the following options proved to be even more pointless than the ones before, like poisons or ones that changed my base element, which would not be suspicious at all if any would try that crystal out on me once more and find out it changed, or some that did not use the best of my own constitution at work, aiming for front attacks or going too defensive and heaving my feathers down with some sort of armor, a Silver Metal Grifin one that sounded cool but very unpractical.

I ended up choosing the improved version of my own, with more developed wings, a longer bigger tail with a fluffy end used to stir midair, losing all my black spots and becoming a pure white fur feathered creature, with a little bit of ice blue here and there, with longer bigger round ears like a snow leopard but still a little pointy at the end, overall growing older and leaner than before, in both forms, longer beak, sharped claws and all, so my status grown to be like this:

Status:

-Appraisal completed-

Name: Seraph

Gender: Male

Race: Dainty Blizzard Griffin

Age: 15

Level: 35

HP: 195-195

MP:1900-1900

SP:440-440

Attributes: Ice, Wind

Titles: Reincarnated, Bookworm, Ladies Hero, Bewitching Cold Beauty

Attacks: Claw 30 , Peck 25, Dash 22, Sharp Eyes 50, Captivating Gaze 102, Mesmerizing Lips 112, Alluring Smell 75, Fly 22, Reading 101, Pain Resistance 10, Strong Will 80, Energy perception 76, Sword Fight 12, Bow and Arrow 33, Lance Guard 42

Magic: Appraisal 79, Cold resistance 155, Cold Breath 45, Freeze 67, Ambush 14, Wind Shield 72, Diamond Crystal Shield 33, Cutting Wind 45, Ice Claws 22, Enchanting 67, Blizzard 55, -20 Fire Resistance, -22 Heat Resistance

Language: Celestial Language MAX, Old Common language MAX, Ancient Runes 1

Status: Deeply worried about a lost friend to enjoy the ’not date’.

It was not hard to choose really, it seems that the combination of a beauty evolution with ice and wind does not generate that many good options, plus I went for the one that would improve the qualities I already had, and not change the elements given to me or anything, so while the Blizzard type, as the name suggested, improved my Ice element related skills, it did also decrease my heat and fire resistance as a counter major unfortunately. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Although having an evolution focused on something more akin to my element and, well, more useful than troublesome proved to be quite the thing, and I learned that is normal for evolutions to change the appearance as is, and even this one did so, having my griffin body to look more mature, slim and long, more ready for flying, but not only that, the big long flying feathers that grow along my wings were light ice blue, with an almost crystal transparency to them, looking fragile and beautiful but being rather strong and long, adding wingspan to my flight and making it easier to plane instead of having to beat them all the time to keep me afloat, soon followed by a pair of long feathers of the same light blue growing at the top of my head, almost reaching the middle of my back.

It not only beautiful, but strong, powerful, graceful, but bonny above all, gallant, and mother would love to see who I was growing up to be.

Pity there was just so few opportunities for even myself to see it these days, so much training left little time to diddle, and between training to fly and truly enjoying it, well... let just say there was so little I did at that point out of enjoyment only that I even forgot the taste of it.

And this auction house would be just one more mission... or so I thought at first.