"Hold it, evil doer!" The cheery kid pointed a stick at his companion. He carried and wore a black cloak over his head with a black backpack to go with it. "Don't you move!" He stuck the stick to the ground and proclaimed himself. "I am the world's strongest magician. The Black magician!" He giggled as two more kids tugged on him for the black cloak, wanting it to be their turn.

Shicmon stood behind the overexcited kids. He was dressed with a white cloak to cover his hair along with his body. He'd been searching the town for the Black Magician with no luck at all. He'd even visited Opion, but it all ended with the association in shambles. He was in search ever since the incident in the auction house, but again, he had no luck.

"Did you hear? I heard the black magician visited Roims shop."

Shicmon turned his attention towards the direction of the discussion. It didn't take him longer than a second. He made no haste.

He arrived sooner at the restaurant, where a bunch of no name magicians stood at the doorway. With the little patience Shicmon had, he made no mistake of bringing down their leader. With little effort, he slammed the one in the middle to the floor to make way for himself.

Shicmon stood at the doorway to the shop, scanning it for the black magician.

The rest of the companions at the doorway jumped with fear as they looked down at their fallen leader. They made no haste of fleeing, leaving their boss with the uncalled stranger.

Shicmon walked into the shop and to the figure that seated at a brown round table filled with pastries, berries, wine, and other goodies only suitable to the stomach.

The figure dressed in black flinched as it saw Shicmon approach. With the incident he'd just witnessed , his voice trembled in fear. "Haha...you're...pretty good... What organization are you from?" He chuckled nervously but lost his cool when Shicmon drew closer. "Fr-from your skills, I must...have seen you somewhere."

Shicmon didn't respond.

"U-uh...so, um...I am Opion's black m-magici-"

Shicmon reached the figure which was none other than a false black magician. He had freckles across his face with stringy hair and looked too old to be the black magician. Shicmon grabbed the stranger's collar in frustration.

"Black Magician?" Shicmon grinned at the stranger as if he were a joke. "You...?" He gritted his teeth as his grin exchanged with an angered frown. He glared down at the stranger. "You garbage!"

  
   The association was in good standing as Opion's association. It was were you could find Shicmon on a daily basis in his room. As of lately, they'd had a handful of complains from their customers. Complains about Shicmon. Lanoste, the association's master, had no say in it.

Lanoste paced his office, while Mart sat at a couch.

"Pitiful..." Lanoste says. "To think that he's chasing after some guy instead of a girl. It makes me worry." He grins at Mart. "So...About Shic. Where did you say you abandoned him again, loyal dog of ours?"

"I told you to stop calling me that!" Mart spat back. "And what do you mean by abandoned? Don't you already know how unruly he's been lately?"

"I do."

There was a series of silence, but Mart breaks it. "Why did you call me, all of a sudden?"

Lanoste tilted his head. "Well, I guess you could call it your new mission?" Then he smiles at Mart. "I want Shic...Sent to Helios." Lanoste raises his hand at the window, as if presenting something prime. At the very moment, a red explosion erupted outside the window, somewhere in the town.

Neither Mart nor Lanoste spoke for a while, but Lanoste continues.

"...I think he's over there. Go fetch him." He gestures at Mart with his smile

  "Here~" Lanoste sang. "A present." He pushed a white box to Shicmon. Inside was a Helios uniform with a gold mark of a Hereis. "Wear this and...Let's get you to school. Shicmon."

Shicmon picked up the uniform from the box as if it was something odd and wiggled it. He remained speechless as Mart and Lanoste anticipated his response.

Shicmon looks up at Lanoste then down at the uniform again. He burns the uniform down to ashes without any further ado.

"...Shic." Lanoste smiles. "It's alright. I've prepared one-hundred extra sets for you."

"What are you trying to do?" Shicmon twisted his face. "Are you crazy?"

"Hmm... That's what I want to ask you myself. You know, right? you've been getting worse and worse after that day." Lanoste taps his fingertip on the table. "Especially touring Opion so recklessly like that. It was really an ungentle thing to do. Because you're running around everywhere causing trouble, our organization's name is in the gutters."

"So?"

"The one who said i could do anything I wanted as 'Shicmon' was you." Lanoste placed his hand on the table and seconds later, it broke in shambles. Using his magic, it lifted the pieces into the air. "You haven't forgotten, have you? As a 'Lanoste', you cannot disobey my orders."

"...How about no?"

With a command, Lanoste sends the pieces flying at Shicmon who did his own to block the pieces that were coming at him. The rest of the pieces flew over Shicmon and collided with Mart that stood behind him.

"What are you doing? Have you gone mad?" Shicmon releases his red void that kept the remains of the table in place in front of his face.

"...Shic, you have no choice but to go." Lanoste raises his eyebrow as he smiles. "Because...The person you're looking for is there."

~o0o~

"Chairman. What you said about Helios...Is the Black Magician really there?" Mart asks with a worried glance.

"...Of course..."

Mart releases a sigh.

"Not."

"W-What...?" Mart knew there was nothing good coming out of tricking Shicmon except violence. He wasn't ready to deal with it again.

"The Black Magician last showed up in Ishuella. There's no way he's at Helios. Since Shic is now a Lanoste, he'll do what he's told once he's there." Lanoste crosses his arms. "Considering that, it's worse if the Black Magician is actually there. If he really is, I'll just be glad if Shic doesn't destroy the entire school trying to get him."