Mage Or Swordsman?

It's been a week since I regained my memories. I don't know why but I feel like something is missing from my memories. I tried as hard as I could to remember what happened but I could not.

Anyways, let me tell you about this world.

So this is a world of swords and magic like those typical fantasy worlds. But here also exist skills. Every individual is born with a skill and they awaken it when they are eighteen.

Skill is also divided into categories, Normal, Unique, Ultimate and unknown

Normal Skills: These are the most common skills that individuals possess. They may vary widely, covering a broad range of abilities and talents. These skills are often seen as the foundation upon which other skills can be built.

Unique Skills: These skills are rarer and possess distinctive qualities that set them apart from normal skills. They might grant individuals specialized abilities or powers that make them stand out among others.

Ultimate Skills: Ultimate skills are even rarer and hold immense power and potential. These skills are considered the pinnacle of human abilities and often grant individuals extraordinary capabilities.

And last but not least Unknown,

Unknown skills: As the name suggests, nobody knows what skills they are but they are usually deemed as useless.

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Inside the room filled with bookshelves, a soft breeze rustled through the pages as the sunlight streamed in, illuminating the cosy space.

Seated on the floor, surrounded by books of various sizes and colours, was a cute five-year-old boy named Frank Johnson.

His wide eyes sparkled with curiosity as he clutched a book in his small hands, his fingers tracing the title on the cover.

The book he held was a mana-breathing book, reading its content his eyes sparkled.

[Frank's PoV]

Mana exists in the air, an invisible force pulsating through the world, much like the lifeblood of magic itself. It flows all around us, permeating everything it touches.

The book in my hands, a mana-breathing book, holds the secrets to harnessing this mystical energy.

As I read the book's content, my eyes widened with fascination.

It explained that mana is the source from which all magic is drawn. By tapping into this vast reservoir, individuals can manifest extraordinary abilities and shape the very fabric of reality.

The book described how skilled individuals could channel mana through their bodies, using it to cast spells, manipulate elements, and perform incredible feats.

The amount of mana one could wield varied from their talent in making a circle. One would have to make a circle in their hearts and store mana in them.

And the more the circle one had the more powerful they became.

Now that I had finished reading the book, I sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by the knowledge of mana and magic.

My young mind absorbed the information like a sponge, eager to put it into practice.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, allowing my thoughts to settle. I remembered the book's mention of making a circle in my heart to store mana. It was said to be the key to harnessing the power within.

First of all, I focused to see where the mana was coming and where it was going from.

Then, the traces of threads, which had only been blurred, began to appear a little more clearly.

The mana also came through the skin but a little more through breathing and heart.

The threads go out through different paths but do not interfere with their respective paths.

In a complex harmony, the passages felt whenever the threads passed gave a refreshing feeling.

After a few hours of feeling like that, I finally felt that the place where Mana came in and where it came out was the same.

All the mana that I was absorbing was directed towards my heart, but it was unstable. 'So that's why they make circles.'

But I could not help but feel something was off.

Feeling a little fatigued, I opened my eyes. Now I wanted to check how the magic works.

I moved my hands forward, palm facing the ceiling. I started focusing and channelling the mana that I have accumulated into my palm, trying to make a fireball.

'Is this a little bit like blood? Just like blood circulates through the body, mana also has a passageway, so you are walking around, right? So what if we change the passage a little bit?'

I put this thought into action right away. I imaged the passageways of mana roughly like blood vessels.

And I felt the way Mana was wandering and memorising all the locations.

With my newfound understanding of mana and its flow, I decided to experiment with manipulating its pathways.

I envisioned the passages of mana as intricate networks of blood vessels, each carrying mystical energy to different parts of my body.

Closing my eyes once again, I focused on visualizing the pathways in my mind. I traced the routes where mana normally flowed and committed them to memory.

It was like etching a map within my consciousness, marking the twists and turns of these ethereal channels.

But instead of following the established pathways, I began to imagine alternate routes.

I visualized the mana diverting from its usual course, taking new channels that I created in my veins. I felt a sense of control and power as I reshaped the pathways, guiding the mana with my thoughts.

As I manipulated the flow of mana, I sensed a shift in the energy around me.

It responded to my intentions, following the paths I had envisioned. It was a delicate process, requiring focus and precision.

The fatigue that had accumulated over hours washed away like dust.

With a surge of determination, I directed the mana towards my palm, concentrating on forming a fireball. I imagined the flames dancing within my hand, fueled by the mana coursing through the newly forged passages.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, revealing a small flicker of flame hovering above my palm.

It danced and swayed with otherworldly grace, casting a warm glow in the room.

I could feel the heat radiating from it, a testament to the power I had harnessed.

A smile of satisfaction spread across my face as I realized the success of my experiment.

I had not only tapped into the mana within me, but I had also discovered the ability to manipulate its pathways, guiding it to manifest my desired effects.

[Third Person POV]

As he continued to explore more books, trying to find the method he has created but was disturbed by his parent's eavesdropping.

They had seen him reading books and were flabbergasted.

"Look at him, dear. Our little Frank is studying magic at such a young age. I'm so proud of him." Sophia, franks mother whispered to James.

"Yes, he does seem to have a knack for it. But shouldn't we consider the path of a swordsman for him? Strength and discipline are important qualities too." James whispers back to Shopia, agreeing with what she said.

"No, I don't want him to be muscular like you. Besides muscular Frank isn't cute!" She shook her head in disagreement.

"But just imagine, if he becomes a mage, Frank could wield incredible powers, manipulate the elements, and shape the world around him. It's a path filled with wonder and limitless possibilities."

"True, but the path of a swordsman teaches resilience and physical prowess. It's a path of honour and dedication.

He would learn to protect himself and others with a blade in hand." He firmly said.

"But honey..." Sophia became a little emotional.

"I am sorry babe. He would become what you want him too," Seeing her emotional he also became emotional.

"I am sorry, too. I should not have..."

'You know I could hear you, right,' Frank muttered to himself, getting annoyed by the lovey-dovey couple.