Black Bullet (2)

" What the hell was that supposed to be?"

"How are we supposed to learn anything if you didn't explain anything?"

"So, is this how it's done?" Sillian spoke with a small black sphere floating at the tip of her finger.

Litty noticed Edward muttering something and soon said, "Hehe, so that's why you did that? Did you know she was so good at magic? Huh?"

"Don't bother me. I didn't do that for a trivial reason; after all, it's obvious after what she said..." After saying this, his apathetic expression disappeared, and an animated smile took over as he continued, "What caught my attention is that the concept of magic in this world is different from the other."

"Why are you so excited? It means you'll have to learn again." Litty said, shrugging.

"The concept is simpler, I'll just say that." Edward said, returning his attention to the professor.

"Seems like only a few of you have trained eyes, what a bother... Alright, alright, I'll explain properly." In front of the professor's feet, there were already thirty targets, all having been hit right in the center.

As the professor was about to start speaking, the classroom door opened. "Sorry for being late, professor. I was in the infirmary; it seems that going without eating doesn't work out very well."

"Alright, so you must be this Michael person, huh?" The calm gaze of the professor, which had been serene until now, had completely changed. "No need to answer, just go to your seat. Everyone be quiet. As I'll have to explain, I'll do it only once, but it's straightforward."

The professor pointed his index finger to the end of the room again, and this time, dark magic formed in the palm of his hand was slowly growing. "The only thing you need to do is pull the mana circulating at this very moment and condense it in the palm of your hand. The faster the whirlpool, the faster the bullet."

The professor showed his palm to all the students. "When the whirlpool is ready, guide its tip directly to the tip of your finger without obstructing the rotation, and then just disperse the charged part that will pull the rest, hitting your target."

After the professor said this, the whirlpool disappeared, and a black sphere began to float over his finger. "However, if you don't shoot the whirlpool, it will be lost, leaving only a loaded black sphere with less than half the strength."

"Ugh, what a hassle... Well, now you understand. Come up one by one; the goal is to hit the ten targets. As you didn't even know how to conjure a black bullet, I'll reduce the distance of the targets." The professor raised his left finger in front of his face at mouth level, taking a black thread that appeared out of nowhere, snapping it in half, causing almost instantly various tables with books and various types of staffs to appear right behind him.

Meanwhile, at the end of the room, ten targets with intact bulls-eye drawings glued to wooden pieces nailed to the wall.

"Wow, what was that, professor?" one of the students asked.

"First, form up there. Maybe I'll tell you or even put you in my own team of mages." The professor pointed to the side of the first row, continuing, "It'll start with you and end with Michael."

After that, all the students went one after the other until it was Edward, Filian, and Mine's turn. Filian hit all the targets, but her aim wasn't very accurate, hitting them all near the center. Mine hit three in the center, missed two, and hit five a few centimeters from the center.

"Good luck, Edward, and be careful not to gather too much mana; my finger still hurts," Mine said, rubbing her index finger with a teary-eyed expression. "Ouch..."

"This is my realm; magic. Can you defeat me too?" When Sillian said this, some glances turned towards them, the main one being Amelin's.

'So, that's what they were talking about earlier? It seems there really is something about you,' Amelin thought, seeing a subtle, small glow appearing above Edward's head.

"Are you sure about this, Sillian? I have a very good aim," Edward said and walked to stand next to the professor.

"If you have any doubts, let me know... After all, I'm your teacher," the professor said with a sleepy expression, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

"No need, professor, as you said, it's a straightforward spell," Edward pointed his index finger and shot ten continuous shots, hitting eight of them right in the center, while two hit three centimeters from the center. "It seems that having a good aim isn't enough; the bullets lose a lot of power this way."

"Hey, Edward, what are you doing?" Litty shouted and flew to the targets to confirm what her eyes had seen.