Shimour stared down at the figure of Eiro as he stood there in the form of a common imp, practically indistinguishable from any other. Whether it was his appearance, the structure of his body, or even the amount of magic he carried inside of him; this was truly a Lesser Imp in every single way, excluding the mind. After all, that mind still belonged to Eiro.
"That's... what you used to look like, or something?" Shimour tried to clarify, and the demon quickly nodded his head. He wanted to try and avoid speaking as much as he could, since his own voice was disgustingly rough and grating to him, but he still had to explain things one way or another.
"Yes. As I said, this is my body from when I was born. Specifically, it is equal to when all of my physical stats were '10'," he said, "I figured this would be a good point. Weak enough to get you a clear view of my techniques, but not too weak to jeopardize said techniques."
Slowly nodding, Shimour squatted down, as if to get a closer look. Right now, Eiro was the size of a young child, after all, "That's truly incredible... do you have the ability to transform to this degree in your real body as well?"
Eiro quickly shook his head, "No, this is just because this body is a duplicate. I can change and alter the things I recreate through the mirror quite a lot, and when it comes to recreating my own body, I can tap into aspects of my mind and recreate those memories themselves. In this case, this body is a fusion of the 'aspect of stealth' and my form as a lesser imp."
Curiously, the stealth master nodded his head, continuing to glance at different parts of the demon's body, "I see... in that case, let's get started. I'm pretty curious to see what you can do now."
The demon slowly nodded. He sat down on the ground, cross-legged. He wasn't particularly flexible in his body, so it was quite annoying, but it was doable at least.
Usually, he would have just shown Shimour his technique while standing up, since he would have the control over his body to be completely still, but with the body of a lesser imp with such low stats and stat values, that wasn't a privilege he could enjoy.
Just standing still, there was a constant shaking and swaying underlining his motions. It was pretty annoying, and felt almost like he was suffering from some kind of freezing cold. However, it was really just the natural state of this body, as if the existence of this body in itself was placing him into some kind of deep existential fear.
But once he sat down, Eiro could start working against that. Despite the low amount of mana that he had, he could still circulate it throughout his body somehow. His mana circuitry wasn't particularly developed, but there was still enough to allow him to do what he needed to do.
Those with particularly strong senses, those that knew how these techniques worked, or those with a mixture of both, might be able to see through it. Even Shimour could be seen through to an extent by Eiro, after all.
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"Oh?" Shimour let out, as though surprised, "That... your raw technique is already incredibly refined... seriously, do you even need my help? With just a bit of time, you should be able to get to the point you want."
Eiro carefully let go of the control of his technique, his presence quickly fading back into existence, "I don't believe I have the leisure of time. With your assistance, I should be able to grow farther and faster than I could on my own. Even if it's not any particular tips or vocal instruction, let me observe you. Let me learn from you. Let me... steal from you."
Shimour looked at the demon with a baffled expression. Hearing something like that from the body of a lesser imp was more than just unusual, and he couldn't help but be a bit prideful.
"You really think you've got what it takes to steal from me?"
Eiro nodded without a moment's hesitation, "Of course. I'm a pretty greedy collector, after all."
The master of stealth let out a quiet laugh, "Fine. Get back into your regular body, and then we can get started," Shimour grinned, squatting down in front of the imp, "If you want to try and steal from me, then give it your best shot. Thievery is something not quite foreign to me, you know?"
Eiro slightly tilted his head to the side, bearing his crooked, rotting, and yellowed teeth, "Don't worry, I know."
Seeing the knowing stare in the Demon's eyes, Shimour almost flinched back. It was like he was being seen through; as if he was being read like a book, and everything about his being was laid completely bare in front of Eiro.
For the first time in his life, Shimour was actually afraid he would be stolen from.