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he was using white clay for the base of the dice than with a mildly steady hand he carved twelve little simples on to the six sides of two dice shaped using his ghost telekinesis,' one for natural the other for supernatural abilities, one for each of my cores, one for knives ribbon bare hands and the sword I have to retrieve.” turning his thoughts away from his favorite weapon sam started on a baking heat rune.

”man I can't wait,” the raven thought as he dices baked.” wait for what” at the words entering his ear sam almost jumped the little world he had entered whipping around fist first. barling leaning out of the way of the blow Natale rubbed his nose while thinking 'well this is happening again... at least he didn't use his teeth'.

”so what are you making?” he asked as the hostility left his son's body.

”dices” was the curt answer.

”the heats to high'-sam cocked his head-'the clay will crack if you don't turn down the heat” sam did just that Natale made a living crafting objects sam had no reason to not listen to him. the next hour was spent with the older male instructing the younger one how to correctly speed bake clay using runes.

after cooling the dice down sam tapped into his mana core and pulled a large amount of energy much more than needed for a rune. taking that energy he bathed the dice in it, making them with his mana signature, for most marking an object with there mana signature was just a way to tell other this was mine but sam knew thanks to his time living with witchs that there was so much more you could do with them. one was to never lose the marked item another as being able to summon said item.

when the mark was done forming sam set the dice down while he prepared the paint he brought. painting the base light grey sam painted each symbol on the supernatural die the color that his mind's eye associated the power with. for the other, he used dark red on the edges before filling them in with an appropriate color.

when sam was done with dice waiting from them to dry his father asked if he could touch them up, add a bit of flair, sam just cocked his head in questioning.” the design is kind of plain for you, would you like me to enhance it” sam thought over it for less then a second before responding ”yes!”

Natale smiled as he swiped a rune into existence, the rune transformed into a small twister of wind thaT engulfed the dice for two moments. the dispersed twister left behind to perfect dry dice grabbing the paintbrush his son was using before getting to work, while his father was painting sam tried to use the rune his father just used. said father mentally laughed at that trait of his son while pretending not to notice just as his son pretended to notice that he had noticed.

nearly an hour later they heard the doorbell ring and soon after carol answered it before, ”sam it's for you” she called out from downstairs. it didn't take long for Sam to arrive at the front door to see some man in a suit standing in the doorway, 'he's from the seven blades warfare league' the raven realized upon seeing the badge on his leftb breast pocket.

”Samuel vegal?” he asked

”yes that's me, you're from the seven blades warfare league correct” sam replied putting on his best non-threatening smile. the man put on a matching smile of his own.' this man is interesting!'

”you're joining the SBWFL, honestly I'm surprised you didn't do so sooner” in response to her tone sam pulled a childish move and stuck out his tongue, his mother just rolled her eyes. turning to the referee she asked if he would like anything to drink.” just water I don't think I will be here long.” while his mother headed to the kitchen sam lead the way to the kitchen table.

he pulled out several digital documents explaining them before handing them over to sam,” the first document is a copy of the SBWFL rules and regulation most are focused the rule of battle”, sam skimmed the document for now taking the next one” this is for your insurance” that one was put to the side because the teenager lacked any form of insurance, ”this is a release waver so you can't sue us” sam wondered how often that happened or someone tried,” this form is for you to fill out on equipment you mean to use in your fights” sam got to work on that, ”this last one is the current top ten fighters of the warfare league.”

'now that was interesting', sam thought as he looked at the pictures only for his heart to start beating like wild seeing the face of the number five, ”so this is what's become of you Defi,” his smile became elated with a slightly feral edge,' i can't wait for the day we clash!'

the referee was in shock here sam words he knew the Defi, he was the most reclusive(read: shy) of the top ten whos past was blank, there was no record of the boy before he joined the league five years back and yes he meant boy as defi recently turned 14 the May.” you know him” he asked after he gained his composure.

”yes we met in the past I can tell from the picture he's changed much from the child I knew then...but we can talk after we finish up our business.” the referee nodded and pulled a ring from his pocket ”please grab your weaponry and any gear you fight with!” sam nodded knowing it was time for him to test out his fighting ability.

upstairs in his room sam wrapped the ribbon around his left arm and grabbed serval of his knives and daggers plus both the leather, wool, and silver beads bracelets. he decided not to grabbed the obsidian ring and small box mostly because his father sitting in the room and he wanted to keep a few tricks up his sleeves. returning downstairs the referee held out the ring to sam, who could already guess its purpose. the moment he touched it he felt tugging sensation at his center of gravity as the world blurred.