learing more about sun mage craft

As the car journey continued, memories of past encounters flooded Ritsuka's mind, each one a reminder of the fragile nature of life and the weight of loss.

"Still, each of them were human," he reflected silently, his thoughts tinged with sorrow. "That's why I cried when they died. Well, except for that mother-fucking Beryl. He deserves to burn in hell."

The memory of Beryl Gut, the treacherous Crypter whose actions had caused untold suffering, stirred a mixture of anger and satisfaction within Ritsuka. Despite his usual aversion to violence, there was a part of him that felt a sense of justice in seeing Beryl meet his end.

"Serves you right," he muttered under his breath, a flicker of resentment in his tone. "You got what was coming to you."

But even as Ritsuka harbored resentment towards Beryl and the other Crypters, he couldn't shake the underlying sadness that lingered within him. Each loss, each sacrifice, served as a stark reminder of the high price they paid in their fight against the forces of darkness.

As the car rolled to a stop, Ritsuka wiped away a stray tear, his resolve steeling within him. No matter how difficult the road ahead, he knew that he would continue to fight, to honor the memory of those who had fallen, and to protect the world from those who sought to do it harm.

As Ritsuka arrived home, he went to his room went a sleep he will wake up in the morning and learn more about his own mage craft, as he did as he ran through the liberary.

Ritsuka stepped into the library of his family home, the scent of old books and parchment filling his senses. With a sense of determination, he made his way to the section of the library dedicated to magecraft, eager to learn more about his family's unique heritage: sun magecraft.

As he perused the shelves, Ritsuka's fingers trailed over the spines of ancient tomes and dusty scrolls, each one a treasure trove of knowledge waiting to be unlocked. Finally, his eyes alighted on a weathered tome bound in cracked leather, its title faded with age but still legible: "The Art of Sun Magecraft."

With a sense of anticipation, Ritsuka carefully withdrew the tome from its resting place, the weight of its pages heavy in his hands. He settled into a nearby armchair, his eyes scanning the text with rapt attention as he delved into the secrets of his family's magecraft.

The book spoke of the origins of sun magecraft, tracing its lineage back to the legendary hero Karna, whose mastery over fire and light had inspired generations of mages to follow in his footsteps. It detailed the rituals and incantations used to harness the power of the sun, from simple spells to complex rituals that could summon forth the sun's radiant energy in all its glory.

As Ritsuka immersed himself in the study of sun magecraft, he felt a sense of connection to his ancestors, a shared lineage that stretched back through the ages. With each page he turned, he gained a deeper understanding of the principles and practices that had shaped his family's legacy, and he felt a growing sense of pride in his heritage.

But as he continued to study, Ritsuka also became keenly aware of the responsibility that came with his newfound knowledge. Sun magecraft was a powerful and potent force, but it was also a double-edged sword, capable of great destruction as well as great beauty.

With a solemn nod, Ritsuka made a silent vow to honor the traditions of his family and wield the power of sun magecraft with wisdom and restraint. He knew that the path ahead would not be easy, but with the knowledge he had gained and the determination burning in his heart, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

There you are, young mister. Ritsuka's mother said looking at him. Come let's go you have to eat

Ritsuka looked up from the tome, momentarily startled by his mother's presence. "Oh, sorry, Mom," he said, a sheepish grin crossing his face. "I got a bit caught up in my reading."

He carefully closed the ancient tome and set it aside, his mind still buzzing with the knowledge he had gained about sun magecraft. Standing up from the armchair, he followed his mother out of the library and into the cozy warmth of the family dining room.

As they sat down to eat, Ritsuka's mother regaled him with tales of her own experiences with sun magecraft, sharing anecdotes and insights passed down through generations of their family. Ritsuka listened intently, savoring each word as he savored the home-cooked meal his mother had prepared.

As they ate, Ritsuka couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the close bond he shared with his family. Despite the challenges they faced and the secrets they kept, they were united by their shared heritage and their unwavering love for one another.

And as he looked around the table at the faces of his loved ones, Ritsuka felt a sense of contentment wash over him. No matter what trials lay ahead, he knew that he could always count on the support and guidance of his family to see him through.

So um mom, Ritsuka asked his mother. Can you make weapon with sun mage craft

Ritsuka's mother paused, setting down her utensils as she considered his question. "Well, dear, it's certainly possible," she began, her expression thoughtful. "Sun magecraft is incredibly versatile, capable of producing a wide range of effects, including the creation of weapons."

She took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "However, crafting weapons with sun magecraft requires a deep understanding of both the magic itself and the art of blacksmithing. It's not a task to be undertaken lightly."

Ritsuka nodded, absorbing his mother's words with keen interest. "So, it's more than just wielding fire and light," he mused aloud. "It's about shaping and forging that energy into something tangible."

"Exactly," his mother replied, a proud smile gracing her lips. "It's about channeling the power of the sun with precision and skill, transforming raw energy into a weapon of strength and beauty."

As they continued their conversation, Ritsuka felt a newfound sense of excitement stirring within him. The idea of wielding a weapon crafted with sun magecraft filled him with a sense of awe and possibility, and he couldn't wait to delve deeper into the art and science behind it.

I am going to ask dad. As he got up and goes to his father. Dad, I need help. He yalled through the house

Ritsuka's father looked up from his own meal, a curious expression on his face as Ritsuka approached. "What's wrong, son?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Ritsuka took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "I was wondering if you could help me with something," he began, his voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in his stomach.

His father nodded, gesturing for Ritsuka to take a seat beside him. "Of course, I'll do whatever I can to help," he said warmly.

Ritsuka hesitated for a moment before plunging ahead with his request. "I want to learn how to craft weapons with sun magecraft," he said earnestly. "Do you think you could teach me?"

His father's eyes widened in surprise, but then a proud smile spread across his face. "I'd be honored to teach you, son," he replied, his voice filled with genuine pride. "Crafting weapons with sun magecraft is a skill passed down through our family for generations. I can't think of anyone better to carry on the tradition."

Ritsuka felt a surge of excitement at his father's words, a sense of purpose and determination filling him. With his father's guidance, he knew that he could master the art of sun magecraft and forge weapons worthy of his heritage.

"Thank you, Dad," he said gratefully, his heart swelling with gratitude. "I can't wait to get started."

And as father and son sat together, discussing the intricacies of sun magecraft and the art of weapon forging, Ritsuka felt a sense of unity and belonging wash over him. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he knew that with his family by his side, he could accomplish anything.

As Ritsuka and his father delved deeper into their conversation, the dining room filled with the sound of animated discussion. Ritsuka listened intently as his father shared his knowledge and expertise, offering insights and advice gleaned from years of experience.

With each passing moment, Ritsuka felt a growing sense of excitement and anticipation building within him. The prospect of learning the art of weapon crafting from his father filled him with a sense of pride and determination, and he couldn't wait to begin his training.

As they talked, Ritsuka's father retrieved a worn leather-bound journal from a nearby shelf, its pages filled with sketches, diagrams, and detailed notes on the intricacies of sun magecraft. He flipped through the pages, pointing out key techniques and principles that would form the foundation of Ritsuka's training.

Ritsuka studied the journal with keen interest, absorbing every detail as he made mental notes of the skills he would need to master. From the shaping and tempering of metal to the channeling of solar energy, each aspect of weapon crafting seemed more fascinating than the last.

As the evening wore on, Ritsuka and his father continued their discussion late into the night, their voices mingling with the soft glow of candlelight. And as they finally bid each other goodnight, Ritsuka felt a sense of purpose and determination burning within him.

With his father's guidance and support, he knew that he could unlock the secrets of sun magecraft and forge weapons worthy of his family's legacy. And as he drifted off to sleep, he dreamed of the countless adventures that lay ahead, each one a testament to his newfound skills and abilities.

As Ritsuka lay in bed, the weight of guilt settled heavily in his stomach, gnawing at his conscience with relentless intensity. Memories of past failures and missed opportunities flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of his own shortcomings.

"Why didn't I learn this before?" he whispered to himself, his voice barely above a breath. "If I had, maybe just maybe I could have stopped something from happening. Maybe I could have saved Sherlock from his death, or the fairy's in the 6th Lostbelt, and countless others."

His thoughts swirled with regret and self-recrimination, each missed opportunity a sharp pang in his heart. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had let himself and others down, that he had failed to live up to the responsibilities placed upon him.

"Why didn't I? What was I thinking?" he mumbled to himself, his words tinged with frustration and despair. He knew that dwelling on the past wouldn't change anything, but he couldn't help but feel consumed by the what-ifs and should-haves that plagued his mind.

But even as guilt threatened to overwhelm him, a small voice of hope whispered in the back of his mind. With his newfound knowledge of sun magecraft and the support of his family, perhaps he could still make a difference. Perhaps he could still right the wrongs of the past and forge a brighter future.

With a determined resolve, Ritsuka vowed to use his newfound skills and abilities to protect those he cared about and to strive for a better tomorrow. And as he drifted off to sleep, he clung to the faint glimmer of hope that burned within him, a beacon guiding him through the darkness.

As Ritsuka grappled with his inner turmoil, a heavy sense of self-doubt weighed upon him like a leaden cloak. With each passing moment, the burden of guilt grew heavier, threatening to crush his spirit beneath its oppressive weight.

"I grow more convinced... I don't deserve a second chance," he admitted to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am just a sinner who is trying to redeem himself in a world he doesn't want."

The words echoed in the darkness of his mind, a stark reminder of his own perceived inadequacies and failings. Despite his best efforts, Ritsuka couldn't shake the feeling that he was unworthy of the second chance he had been given, that he was undeserving of the redemption he sought.

But even as doubt gnawed at his resolve, a small voice of defiance rose within him. "No," he thought, his determination flaring to life once more. "I may be flawed, I may have made mistakes, but that doesn't mean I can't strive to be better. That doesn't mean I can't fight for what's right."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Ritsuka resolved to push aside his doubts and insecurities, to embrace the second chance he had been given with open arms. He may not have all the answers, he may not have all the strength, but he would face the challenges ahead with courage and conviction, determined to make a difference in the world, one step at a time.

With a steely resolve, Ritsuka reaffirmed his commitment to atone for his past transgressions. "And I will make sure to pay for my sins," he declared, the words resonating with determination. "After all, if I do that, I can finally forgive myself. Or maybe not."

Despite his resolve, a lingering doubt lingered in the depths of his mind. Could he ever truly absolve himself of the guilt that weighed so heavily upon his soul? Would his efforts to make amends be enough to erase the pain he had caused?

As he wrestled with these questions, Ritsuka knew that the path to redemption would not be easy. It would require sacrifice, perseverance, and a willingness to confront the darkness within himself. But he was determined to press forward, to confront his past and strive for a better future, no matter the cost.

With a heavy heart but a newfound sense of purpose, Ritsuka closed his eyes and drifted into a troubled sleep, the weight of his sins bearing down upon him even in his dreams.

As the next day dawned, Ritsuka eagerly joined his father in the family's makeshift training area, ready to begin his lessons in the art of crafting weapons with sun magecraft. With a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins, he listened intently as his father explained the intricacies of the craft.

Together, they gathered the necessary materials: metal ingots, forging tools, and a supply of solar-infused crystals, each one pulsing with raw energy. With practiced hands, Ritsuka's father demonstrated the proper techniques for shaping and tempering the metal, channeling the power of the sun to imbue the weapon with strength and resilience.

As Ritsuka observed his father's movements, he felt a sense of awe and admiration wash over him. The skill and precision with which his father worked were truly remarkable, a testament to years of dedication and practice.

With his father's guidance, Ritsuka tentatively took up the tools himself, his hands shaking slightly with nervous excitement. But as he began to shape the metal, he felt a surge of confidence welling up within him, fueled by the knowledge that he was carrying on a tradition passed down through generations of his family.

As the hours passed, father and son worked side by side, their efforts focused and determined. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training area, they stepped back to admire their handiwork: a finely crafted weapon, its blade shimmering with the faint glow of solar energy.

With a sense of pride swelling in his chest, Ritsuka looked upon the weapon they had created together, a tangible symbol of his newfound skills and abilities. And as he held it aloft, he knew that he was one step closer to fulfilling his destiny and forging a brighter future for himself and those he cared about.

Um Ritsuka you aren't forgetting something. His mother said entering the place. I mean look at her

She moves away showing Ophelia.

You promised you will plays with me today. Ophelia said with puppy dog eyes matching her little kid face. Did you forget

Ritsuka's eyes widened in realization as his mother's words registered in his mind. He had been so engrossed in his training with his father that he had completely forgotten about his promise to Ophelia.

"I... I'm sorry, Ophelia," he stammered, feeling a pang of guilt wash over him. "I didn't mean to forget. I was just caught up in... in..."

But his words trailed off as he met Ophelia's gaze, her eyes wide and expectant, her expression a mix of disappointment and longing. He could see the hurt in her eyes, and it stabbed at his heart like a knife.

"I promise, I'll make it up to you," he said earnestly, his voice tinged with remorse. "We can play together right now, if you want. I'll even let you use the weapon we made today."

Ophelia's face lit up at the offer, her disappointment melting away in an instant. "Really?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

Ritsuka nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Really," he replied, reaching out to take her hand. "Let's go play."

As they headed off to spend the afternoon together, Ritsuka made a mental note to never forget his promises again. No matter how busy he became or how important his training, he would always make time for the people he cared about.

To be continued

Yes this still a slow start but hey he is making change so stick with me ok and don't forget my power stones