Back to the house. Finally, a Death Scythe.

Chroma had immediately left the battlefield after the fight was over, heading back to her house for her parents. She wanted to tell them ever so much of what happened... Especially her father. She was starting to learn the powers of the Reality Warping abilities she had and her psychic abilities were getting better and her wavelength was stronger and... It was just a lot of good stuff all around. And to top it all off, she was a Death Scythe now. She felt as if she could use her weapons again-- Well. Not yet. She had one more thing to take care of... But that's beside the point. She appeared in the bottom of the Pit of Havoc, feeling powerful waves of psychic force pulsating intensely... They made her mind dizzy.

"Eh... Father? Mothers? Where are you...?"

The psychic waves continued to grow stronger by the second, making her feel worse and worse... Queasy, ya know? It was a bit hard to handle.

There was no initial response to her call, though after a few minutes of complete silence, she would see a projection of Khrona... Which did not look very happy.

"... Leave me be. Now. I cannot have any interruptions..."

Khrona didn't have the time to explain to Chroma what was going on, but still his psychic power grew stronger and stronger, but with the more concentration he gave on that, the less there was of his projection.

"... Leave."

A little stunned at what her father was saying to her, she became rather desperate to tell him what happened... He seemed angry at her.

"But... Father, I... I just became a Death Scythe, and... I've had such a dramatic increase in my power and... I just thought you'd be proud of me..."

Depression was written all over her face. She just couldn't figure out why her father wouldn't want to hear about her success...

The fluctuation of psychic power and sheer soul wavelength pulsated highly throughout the Pit of Havoc, stronger than ever before. Both of them were off the charts, even for Khrona's standards. Chroma should be able to feel their overwhelming power begin to affect her body adversely, despite how she was the child of Khrona and should be able to handle such things with ease. As such, Khrona only told her again, "LEAVE. ME. BE."

There was no way for Khrona to stop this now, and he did not want to jeopardize his daughter's well-being by staying here any longer. Khrona knew that even a Kage would have trouble withstanding this, and if that was the case then Chroma shouldn't be here any longer. He only hoped that she understood, for he couldn't even speak much to her. His projection was fading as the atmosphere became more distorted because of psychic waves and wavelength growing in power. It even exceeded the confines of the Pit of Havoc by now, which meant that the power was growing to astronomical heights.

Sadly, Chroma was too shaken up to really understand why her father was being so... 'mean' to her. In fact, the fluctuation in psychic power was messing with her mental processing, which made her think bad things about the situation. She simply could not understand why her father was treating her so badly. He had never yelled at her in his life...

Chroma tried to hold back her tears and tried to keep her stomach and mind stable, but all seemed to fail as she toppled over in pain from her stomach, grabbed her head from the pain in her very mind, and cried out tears from both the pain and her sadness. After releasing a few wails of what seemed to be pain and sadness at the same time, she spread her wings and somehow managed to get out of the Pit of Havoc, not saying a word. Once she was well out of the pit and flying in the sky, she still felt the presence of Khrona's psychic power and wavelength... and it wasn't faint. Regardless, she wasn't thinking about this, for she started to talk to herself.

"... Fine, daddy... I'll leave you alone... However long you want, I'll leave you alone... I guess I'm just not good enough for you yet... But... *sniff* but... *sniff* don't worry... I'll make sure you don't hate me anymore... I don't want you to hate me... I want you to be proud of me, daddy.. mommies... I'll make sure you are..."

She flew swiftly through the sky, the feeling of her father's own psychic power and wavelength growing fainter and fainter the farther she flew. Eventually, she was too far away from being within it and was off somewhere in Vescrutia, going god knows where. She was determined.

What Chroma didn't know was that Khrona was going through rather intense training, and this training was important to Khrona, and also very dangerous. He needed to stay concentrated to expand his power to its potential, and could not stop for a moment until he was at his limits. He knew that with his new exceptional power gain, his psychic powers and wavelength would be a little unstable for a while and wouldn't be under control until a day or two after his training was completed... whenever that was going to be. So he couldn't even use his projections right. Though, because Chroma was in his wavelength and within his psychic wavelength when she was talking, he heard everything and this saddened him.

"... My child... I am very proud of you... For becoming a Death Scythe and starting to live up to the name I have created for our family... I don't hate you and never could, for you are my one and only child... Daddy's little girl... I'm sure your mothers are proud of you as well, wherever they are right now... You have already made me proud to be your father many times over..."

But alas, it was no use. Chroma was gone and no one was around to hear that. Khrona was just talking to air. With a heavy, depressed sigh, Khrona continued his training. He couldn't use his psychic powers as he wished at this time and thus couldn't talk to Chroma over a long distance right now. He just had to wait this out... Hopefully she'd run into Misery and Despair... or they would run into her. Khrona only continued his training, his wavelength and psychic power growing, even still...