The five-colored orb vanished. A palm-sized, rosy little baby in a tiny white robe sat atop a book nearly as large as himself, looking at Ace with a wronged expression.
Ace looked at the little fellow's chubby cheeks and could not resist poking them with a finger. The feel was pretty good.
The little fellow looked even more aggrieved, as though he were about to burst into tears.
"Don't cry, or I'll spank you! Do you have a name?" Ace asked sternly, doing his best to keep a straight face.
"I... I don't have a name." The little fatty sniffled hard, not daring to actually cry.
"Then I'll give you one. You'll be called Fuwa."
The little fatty was unwilling all over his face, yet he did not dare resist and nodded miserably.
"Why aren't you quickly giving your master a truthful report on your abilities, strengths, and weaknesses?" Ace said fiercely, his face taut. Fuwa had nearly driven him to a nervous breakdown these past few days; he needed to give him a proper scare.
"I... I have lots and lots of abilities."
"I can help you record and demonstrate things, with both text and illustrations, or complete images and sound. I can use Demonic Beast materials to create magical paper capable of storing vast amounts of information.
"I can also instill information into other people's minds, allowing knowledge to be passed down or messages to be delivered. I can correct errors. Whether it is academic research you conduct or magical research you pioneer, I can provide tremendous assistance.
"My correction ability has other uses too, such as altering someone's memories.
"I also possess the ability to understand—to use existing knowledge to infer and comprehend new knowledge, incorporating it into my own system of knowledge.
"Because I was born