Chapter 37.3 - Small talk in the train

"Irina. It is fine, don't worry."

A small landscape and a familiar scene.

Sunlight entering the confines of the room….

"B-but….I-it is broken…."

A shaky voice of a young child.

The boy kneeling beside the broken vase, his hands gentle yet skilled. With a meticulous touch, he began the process of piecing the fragments back together.

"Don't worry, I will fix it," he reassured her, his voice a soothing balm to the young Irina's distress.

With a serene focus, the young child skillfully manipulated his mana, creating a phenomenon that was out of the norm.

Irina's eyes widened in awe as she witnessed the magical threads weaving through the air. The fragments of the broken vase levitated, drawn together by an unseen force.

It was a delicate symphony of mana, a manifestation of the boy's innate talent.