Chapter 14: Chapter 12: The Warmage Pupil Arc

One of the kids, Timo, was his name, remained close by the master, holding an open grimoire with a blue emblem in its cover. The weight of the elder abnormally thick finger was visible to me, realizing the stress upon the child’s shoulders who did his best to not allow it to shake. The muttering began as he flipped the pages in search of a beginner's spell.

‘Wondering what I’ll be learning today.’

He mumbled a sound with lips closed, causing my heart to race in anticipation.

‘Did the master decide on one?’ My body remained frozen, waiting eagerly for an answer as the wind blew my long hair that now reached halfway to my waistline. If there was one thing I hated, it was how Josie harmed me while cutting it. Therefore, I never allowed my sisters to fix it. It had grown about sixteen centimeters since the hunter rescued me.

“Right,” the elder chuckled while looking at me, embarrassed by his own reasoning.

“It would be silly to not start by the tier one spell, water creation,” His hand waved, pointing the staff towards me causing the mushroom-looking boy to come closer in haste, stopping right beside.

With red cheeks, he smiled cutely at me, “Is it okay like this Aura?”

Without resentment or the laziness, my master demonstrated, I fixed my position, alleviating the hassle that the kid would have to undergo otherwise.

He was currently the youngest of the named with the spirit affinity in his grasp. A boy filled with a lot of motivation, however, was only eight years old, too immature to be taught. He had been the last one to receive a name from our master. In a way, a wasted one that caused me to have to wait this long to be named.

“It is perfect, little Timo,” My eyes gazed upon the top of the page where a chapter would always start with a spell name. As much as he ordered me not to recite a single one before the ceremony, it didn’t mention my hands wouldn’t sneak away some books and study them during the nights without uttering a sound of its contents. Dangerous if there was chant-less magic, but in this world such was not the case, allowing this meticulous yet bad habit of mine to be safe. Not that I could use magic without receiving a name, so there was no genuine fear within me towards that.

“Hey master, is the water we make through magic safe to drink?” I took a hold of the book as it started bothering me having the little kid holding it, negating any pain that would come with it.

Meanwhile, the master’s lips moved, allowing me to find a better thing for the little one to do, “in fact, it is. Great magus often help the more deserted areas and the farmer's fields on such occasions. It is one of the many ordeals that his majesty requires from us water mages.”

Along with a whisper, my body lowered just enough, “Timo, go get me some empty buckets so I can save the water from my training. That way, we can use it for whatever is necessary.”

The mushroom head nodded happily whilst staring at me for a moment with glimmering eyes, captivated by my idea. As soon as he passed by me, I lifted the book, placing it closer to my chest, avoiding it to hit the small and soft bust of a thirteen-year-old. “Well then, where was I?”

Without waiting for my eyes to search both pages, the elder quickly reminded me.

“Tier one spell, water creation.”

I faintly smiled, nodding, thankful for that, buying some time for the short boy to return. Like my old habit, I took a glimpse at it reading it internally as we waited.

‘I seek a flow to form a spirit, tier 1 water creation.’

I studied it while repeating it in my mind several times, avoiding the long explanation below the chant.

“I’m back Aura.”

He placed four buckets all together, being equivalent to a bigger figure than himself. As they were empty, it wasn’t problematic to carry them, meaning that at some point, he might require a hand once they were full.

“Thank you. Now stand aside, as this might not work so well.” I warn him with a serious expression to which he quickly hides embarrassed behind a palm tree not too far from us. Without wasting more time, since that would displease the great warmage, my lips started pronouncing the words from the grimoire, aiming the palm of my hand towards the buckets that were near each other, they looked in the format of a square form.

“I seek a flow to form a spirit, tier 1 water creation.”

As soon as I finished, nothing happened, other than the master approaching me with an angry expression, and as soon as he arrived, the tip of the long staff hit my head.

“Ouch, what was that for?”

Enraged, he hit me again, causing me to remember one of the initial lessons. I raised my left hand in the air and declared, “aura water!” Blue energy surrounded it, making Ryhn halt of spanking me with his stick a third time.

This allowed him to have a more satisfied face.

“Good. Always open the gate through a choice of an element before your first spell. As long as it remains with that aspect, you’ll only have to recite.”

My head nodded in agreement and once again, my hand pointed towards the buckets, repeating the pronunciation, becoming more prominent and clear each time it took.

“I seek a flow to form a spirit, tier 1 water creation.”

This time around my eyes dimmed as I felt the mana leaving the very core of my body, channeling through all the way to the blue circle that appeared before my hand. And then it shone in similar tones, causing a tiny line of transparent liquid to be produced.

“Terribly weak for the first time, but unlike many, you got it working. Now focus on keeping its flow. Once you get the hang of it, we’ll go through the next step, which won’t be soon.”

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I made a speechless face, watching him leave after taking the grimoire from my hands. My eyes followed his figured till he returned to the base, entering through the brown door.

“Did he seriously leave just like that!? I legitimate waited an entire year for this!”

At my side, perhaps out of respect, kindness, affection, or even pity, I felt the left side of my back being patted by Timo.

“Ah, whatever,” I scorned at my fate, ending up focusing on the boy, who looked in a mix of worried and surprise. He made me aware of how quiet his mouth could be, a shy one mostly.

“Seems like it wasn’t necessary for you to hide from my spell,” I laughed crazily in despair, placing my right hand on top of my face, hiding it.

‘I am such an idiot.’

The boy started moving the buckets separating them from one another, placing one of them right below the curve of the water that flew practically from my hand, “you won’t waste any water like this Aura.”

I removed it from my face, looking at what he had done. For better or worse, despite being shy, the boy was quick-witted.

“Thank you, mushroom boy.”

He giggled childishly, clapping twice in happiness upon the funny nickname I granted him soon after we met some months ago. Perhaps the only good thing I learned from spending the time I did in the orphanage, and unlike the people in there, there was no harm in mine.

‘If this is how it’s going to be, I might as well take a seat,’ my thought preceded the action, placing my bottom on the slightly warm sand as I focused on the spell at hand.

“Can you open the tap further?” The boy questioned me, making my mind imagine one inside of me turning. But to be fair, the ones used on the master wine barrels went left to right only. Everything else was as basic as one could conceivably imagine. It was very medieval-like, after all.

“Don’t think that’s the way to go...” I rebuked unsure of my words feeling upset about my own ineptitude or as the master had told me before the amount of mana that we were born with, was only so much, and the maximum quantity increased as years went by, allowing our soul to increase in size, generating a bigger container.

Timo hid behind his hands, embarrassed, thinking of his own solutions in an attempt to give me some aid, “m-maybe think of enlarging it?”

I glanced at him for a moment, raising my eyes and head to do so, noticing his red cheeks.

‘I’ll give it a try for his sake,’ upon gazing back at the water flowing, I concentrated my best on widening its volume.

After a lot of effort, I succeeded, “look Timo, it’s working!”

The kid chuckled, revealing his face that went into awe with an adorable radiant smile, running towards the bucket and exchanging it with an empty one.

Once that action ended, he bent his legs, lowering himself enough to lift the bucket that had no handle, shouting like a warrior confidently. “I’ll do my best too!” And so the boy did. He grabbed and raised it the best he could without allowing much water to drip from the container, taking it back inside the base.

‘This kid sure is brave.’

Unaware to me, I had grown fond of him, liking the child a minuscule bit. Soon I heard a scream coming from his way, but the orders of the master were absolute, so my body stood waiting for whatever had happened. ‘I wonder what’s wrong...’ I felt slightly worried, but waited patiently, especially after all that bravery, from the pitch and voice my ears knew it was from him.

A while passed, and the door opened. From within, Timo came. As he approached, I noticed a little red wound on his knee, and his pants and shirt had some wet spots on them.

I sighed lowly to not be rude as my opinions came second to the master. That was the reason everyone tried so hard to please and be nice to me. That’s how I felt and thought, at least. I didn't trust fellow humans. After all, my title preceded my personality on this base.

The light in the circle started waving between brighter and darker hues of blue, realizing I was reaching my limit. Nonetheless, I did my best to keep at it till the very end, exhausting my energy to the very max. “One bucket and a half, it seems.”

Timo nodded at me, feeling proud, lifting it and taking the tool back to the base.

I stared at my left hand, noticing how weak of a glimmer it was now, “liberate water.” 

My body got up from the seat on the sand and embarked through a little journey through the shore while waving to the sides as the consumption of all that mana had caused me to become unbalanced. Nonetheless, my feet went on without a proper aim or a predestined location. I allowed the waves to hit my knees and below violently, finding some satisfaction from its temperature. It eased me from the burning my skin once went through.

‘I wonder how to become a mage like master if I can only produce so much water...’ My worries too were taken by the sea waves.

Eventually, I climbed a few rocks that led to a higher zone where the water didn’t reach, laying down on half rocky, half sandy ground.

‘He’s the type to not make others do things they can’t manage, so if I’m learning this there should have a meaning to it...’

As much as I tried to guess, nothing came to mind, after all, it wouldn’t be strange if I had to wait some decades to become as powerful as him. A seventh-tier magus with eighty-one years. As I was now, my brain couldn’t possibly fathom the gap between the two of us. My figure stood there for a little while, staring at the horizon before returning to the base for a meal. Soon my stomach would growl, and with it, my legs would take me back.

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