Ingenious design

Standing before the array of materials and equipment meticulously laid out in the sterile confines of the tower of alchemy/magic, I take a moment to gather my thoughts. The room is devoid of any distractions, its blank walls offering no solace from the daunting task that lies ahead. With a resigned sigh, I gather my hair into a tight ponytail, a practical measure to keep it out of my face as I dive into the challenge before me.

Unlike my peers, who are afforded the luxury of companionship and collaboration during their exams, I find myself alone in this endeavor. It's a curious arrangement, one that sets me apart from the rest and adds an extra layer of pressure to an already daunting task. But I've never been one to shy away from a challenge, and today is no different.

As I survey the materials before me, a sense of determination washes over me. I know that the next eight hours will test not only my knowledge and skill but also my endurance and resilience. Child's play.

With a steady hand and a focused mind, I begin the arduous task of preparing the portions that will determine my fate. Each ingredient is measured with precision, each mixture carefully concocted according to the principles of alchemy and magic. There is no room for error, no margin for mistakes. Every decision I make, every action I take, is a calculated step towards success.

As the hours tick by, I lose myself in the rhythm of my work. Time becomes irrelevant as I immerse myself fully in the task at hand, my mind singularly focused on the goal before me. The world outside fades away, leaving only me and the materials that lay scattered before me.

And when the final portion is prepared, when the last drop of potion is bottled and labeled, I allow myself a moment of satisfaction.

With a sense of pride and accomplishment, I step back and survey my handiwork. Perfect.

As the final grain of sand descends through the hourglass, signaling the completion of my task, the heavy doors of the examination chamber swing open. Three figures stride in, their presence commanding attention. Among them is Professor Hardriun Tidecaller, my esteemed instructor of Alchemy. With a distinguished air about him, he exudes an aura of knowledge and experience. His violet eyes scan over my meticulously crafted potions with precision, his expression impassive yet discerning.

Professor Tidecaller's presence in the room has always held a certain allure, despite the mundane lectures on alchemical principles. His rugged charm, with streaks of grey peppering his beard and intricate braids adorning his hair, adds a hint of intrigue to his demeanor.

Though my heart remains loyal to another, I cannot deny the appeal of his presence.

Lost in my musings, I'm abruptly brought back to reality as the trio exits the chamber, leaving me to await the judgment of my efforts.

*

I observe Xavier's intense focus as he meticulously examines the mana pen I crafted the previous night. His brow furrows in concentration, and his hair, tied back in his signature man bun, adds to the air of seriousness surrounding him.

Choosing to create a mana pen seemed like a straightforward task at first, a seemingly simple endeavor for an easy grade. However, I quickly realized that I had underestimated the complexity of the task. Unlike crafting a regular ballpoint pen with ink, mana pens operate on an entirely different level of intricacy.

Mana pens, I soon discovered, are not mere writing instruments; they are conduits for harnessing magical energy. They are utilized for various purposes such as activating enchantments, inscribing magic scrolls, and even binding mana contracts. Crafting one requires careful consideration of materials and design to ensure its functionality and safety.

A faulty mana pen has the potential to cause catastrophic consequences, as I've learned from past mishaps. The choice of materials is crucial; the interior must be composed of mana-conductive substances, while the exterior requires mana-insulating properties to prevent mana shocks. The design itself must facilitate the smooth flow of mana, akin to ink in a conventional pen.

In this magical world, the components of a mana pen are derived from unique sources. Instead of traditional pen parts, mana pens are the feathers of incredibly strong flying beasts, imbued with strength and resilience. The ink, far from ordinary, consists of concentrated mana extracted from mana crystals, adding to the pen's mystical properties.

As Xavier begins his examination, he tests the pen's capabilities by writing a basic spell on magic paper. With each stroke, I hold my breath, hoping that my craftsmanship holds up under scrutiny. Next, he selects a dagger to enchant, signaling the start of a rigorous series of tests.

Nervously, I watch as Xavier puts my mana to test. Hoping it doesn't suddenly explode or something.

After six grueling hours of testing and scrutiny, Xavier finally concludes his examination of my mana pen. As he finishes, I find myself exhaling a breath I didn't even realize I had been holding. Relief washes over me, knowing that my pen has passed the trials without any catastrophic mishaps.

I watch intently as Xavier meticulously records his observations in a magical book, his brown eyes scanning the pages with practiced precision. His expression remains inscrutable, leaving me to wonder what grade he will ultimately bestow upon my creation.

At the very least, I can rest assured that it will not be a failing grade.

With a heavy sense of exhaustion weighing upon me, I bid farewell to the magic tower and make my way back to my room. The prospect of some much-needed shut-eye beckons to me, offering respite from the taxing ordeal of the day.

*

After Nathaniel departs, the façade of indifference I had worn in his presence crumbles away, allowing me to finally examine the mana pen he had created. As I hold it in my hands, I am struck by its ingenious design and intricate craftsmanship. How did Nathaniel conceive of such a creation? It's truly remarkable, a testament to his unconventional thinking and innovative spirit.

Nathaniel's blueprints have always been a source of fascination for me. From weapons capable of harnessing mana for long-range projectiles to his concept of a portable cannon known as a gun, his ideas are nothing short of extraordinary. When he unveiled a pen as his latest invention, I was initially taken aback. However, upon closer inspection, I am thoroughly impressed by the meticulous attention to detail and clever integration of mana-conductive materials.

As Nathaniel explained the inner workings of the pen and how each component interacts with mana, I was captivated by his explanation. It's clear that he possesses a deep understanding of enchantment principles and a knack for creative problem-solving. Holding the pen in my hands, I can't help but admire the seamless blend of functionality and elegance in its design.

In contrast to many nobles who merely dabble in enchantment as a hobby or for show, Nathaniel demonstrates a genuine passion, aptitude, and talent for the craft.

I eagerly anticipate witnessing the remarkable feats he will undoubtedly achieve with his boundless enthusiasm and skill in this field.