The robed man looked at Daisuke's journal. It seemed as though he knew it was a powerful magical object.<span style="font-style: italic">"Very well,"</span>the robed man said.<span style="font-style: italic">"Choose a seal to specialize in,"</span>he said, gesturing to the table at the back with all the different kinds of seals on it.<br/><br/>Daisuke turned to Natasha. He was now aware that she knew a lot about magic, but this information was something more specific to the guild, so he decided to share it with her. "Beginners start by picking a kind of seal to specialize in, and most don't ever end up using more than two types. You probably know that for written talismans, one typically has to learn different runes to inscribe on the paper in order to seal different creatures. Other objects use different incantations. The different types typically match up with different kinds of hunters: a cross for a priest, talisman for a monk, staff for a mage, and onward. And I," he said, moving over to the table and picking up a string of<a class="postlink" href="http://www.black-ronin.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/ShaolinBuddhistBeads.jpg">beads</a>, "Choose rosary beads, for an exorcist."<br/><br/>The robed man nodded.<span style="font-style: italic">"Do you know any chants?"</span><br/><br/>Daisuke looked to the man. "Several. I've been anticipating this moment for a while."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Alright," the man said, "shall we start with a lone Death V.?"</span><br/><br/>"May as well," Daisuke said. "You may want to step back a bit," he said gently to Natasha. "This is my first time, and I would hate to have it backfire anywhere near you."<br/><br/>The man waited patiently for the girl to do whatever she was going to, then nodded. He held up the pagan star and muttered something to it. The reverse of a seal; a summoning. Moments later, a black circle appeared on the ground and one of the shadow creatures they'd seen the other night rose up out of it. Immediately, Daisuke clutched his journal in his right hand, drawing magic from it, and held out the beads with his left hand, and started chanting in an odd language:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">"à®®à®°à®£à®®à¯ à®µà®¿, à®¨à®¾à®©à¯ à®‰à®©à¯à®©à¯ˆ à®µà®¿à®°à®Ÿà¯à®Ÿà®¿ à®…à®Ÿà®¿à®•à¯à®•!"</span></span><br/><br/>The beads he was holding clanked against each other, making a pleasant bell-like sound as they started to glow. When the light reached the Death V. It screeched and evaporated. Daisuke let out a breath and lowered the beads. He immediately stopped taking magic from the journal. He couldn't hold it, so there would be no point taking it if it wasn't about to be used.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Excellent," the robed man said. "Phase one of floor one, complete. You're making good progress, Daisuke. You may be able to finish the first floor before nightfall."</span>