Session Study

"Hello I'm Daryl Monte...I shall be your Magic teacher for today..."

The aura felt around him and his eyes showed his juvenile nature and his talents in the art.

He was a Level 3 Mage, a feat unimaginable to those of commoners and others alike.

The session in the academy was usually given the role to teach a class during that day and the school would fund them for their researches, just like professors in universities where Jake was from, but he couldn't recall anything about Jake, at least not yet.

"Today, I will be talking the magic equation most magicians follow and with deep comprehension can succeed in advancing to the next level"

Levels of a magician usually details one's discernment of magic circles and how much one could utilize. Monte for example could control his level of magic and with great storage of mana was at the level of the third circle. This was a feat unimaginable to the small barony of Moire and so they were treasured, not only were they funded by the Academy, they were funded by the nobles and baron as well. This would cause envy among the population but magicians could only move on their innate talent and scholarly studies. Their are prerequisites in each level of level in circles that is needed to allow one to be a next level mage and have three boundaries that separate within each level. Novice, Core, and Pinnacle. Most people don't address it as those anymore and substituted it with Lower, Middle, and Upper and many adopted the system.

The universal laws of magic made the equation complex and versatile to one's knowledge and wisdom. An intake of mana from one's surrounding or one's vessel was needed and are separated as the Inner and Outer System but most people use the outer system since one's mana storage within is far low than the surrounding density. This goes even more into detail and difficult is talking about the purity of mana. Usually when someone is born, one is either born with quality or quantity. Usually quality would be much more powerful than those of quantity since it comes into play when calculating magic spells and outputting the circuits and the input needed to dish out wide varieties of spells. Those naturally born with quality find it way harder when advancing to other circles since their intake of mana could only proceed that of their purity standards, meaning the usually low tier mana wouldn't allow one to continue cultivating their knowledge. The middle ground is seen as the perfect standard to which one could be born with and seen to have natural talent. but Ray was born with Quality instead of quantity. And it was also at the pinnacle of purity, the amount of mana he could carry were very low, scoring last in the mana storage exam needed to pass. Of course, using materials to boost one's magic could ease the purity setback but usually the ingredients and tools needed for such costed a fortune, needless to say coming from Ray's background, he wouldn't even be able to afford one of the minimal goods. He thought as long as he could get the bare minimum score, he could somehow pass the academy at the age of 30, a feat one wouldn't imagine with the greatest conditions and barely reaching the First level of magic. But his intent was focused on being a scholar, so he could become one at the age of 30. He circulated his mana through his mana channel thinking with perseverance he could reach, but he came to a stop. All the mana he took four years to take in and claim it as his own to expand his channel, was all gone!

'What! Where is it!'

He looked through his conscious to examine further in his channel only to find that it was all gone, even becoming a level 1 magician would probably make him think reaching to an age of 40 was a miracle with his standard. When one is younger, the intake of mana is usually much more proficient than one that is older. Those born in rich environments would succeed in their advancements with a smooth level than those of other poor environments like Moire. He was gloomy once more and reinforced his thought over suicide.

'What can I do now...'

The session ended and most of the students began packing up their notes they took and left with their colleagues.

The lads in the front remained seated as they would receive extra tutoring from Monte with their privilege. But the leader of them all, Adam began walking towards Ray in an arrogant manner.

"What are you doing here? Scram already, keep your talents away from the others at this instant!"

"Ah..yes sir." He began packing as he was dazed over his loss of magic.

"With your talent, you wouldn't be a janitor in our school, think of yourself beinga student as a privilege!" He scoffed and reminded him of his inept magic.

"Oh yeah, come back by 7 tomorrow, there will be combat training and I want to use you as my practice dummy" The kids in the front heard this and laughed at his remark. They joined in his conversation and let Ray leave on his own accord.

He was heading to the canteen, where food provisions were given to the students to eat at the cafeteria. Food here were seen as luxurious and luxuries always came with an expense. Ray had to sign up for the poor income program where he received some standard food, usually given to the servants. A very thin soup stewed with some carrots, strewn out potatoes, and little chunks of chicken. He also received rye bread, white bread was given to those who could pay for their meal set contracts. But nonetheless, it was filling with the bread and the soup as water. All the other kids ate quiches and seafood in their landlocked barony as they chat with their associates and close friends.

Usually this was given as a free period in the school where one could talk with another and talk about their studies.

But with no one else to talk to, he heads off to the library. The most secluded of them all and filled with theories and no actual proven equations. The Ivorywood Vault. Or known to the students,

'The Zero Vatican'

This was his happy place with no one to interfere other than the librarian.

True bliss

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The blood continued to drag itself over the hard pavement and had enough form to not dissipate into a blood puddle. It had troubles climbing the stairs as it struggles trying to get a grip.

But at that moment, a crow who saw all of this, thinking it as if it were meat, gripped the blood and flew away. With all its strength, it tried to get away from its grasp, but due to it being a puddle originally, it had no weight to add on to its power. It was carried off to the crow's nest that overlooked the spiritual park for one to relax. The bell tower it resided was part of the library.