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A Mistake of the Past 5
Gemimaro did train Luis, though only for a day. Because she has work to do and she couldn’t just abandon her search for her husband, she left her shadow to overlook Luis’s training. Luis would try to argue that the result wouldn’t be the same when she’s not around, but he only ended up getting a beating for being “hard-headed.”
For weeks on end, Gemimaro’s shadow tried to accomplish what the real one would have had she not went for her work. Luis never argued, for how could he do so when he couldn’t hear the shadow. All he could do was to follow instruction through complicated hand gestures and, if the Shadow’s in the mood, letters formed by its own flexible body.
When Luis turned eight, he was able to sustain his shadow longer than an hour, and he was already getting the hang of it. Summoning a shadow alone required energy, but keeping the shadow’s presence required stamina; hence, Gemimaro’s shadow helped Luis enhanced those areas. Gemimaro took a day-off that day,
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