The and the most used and recommended by experts way of training to develop her mana in current times, that Korvaurora choses to use, demands a high level of concentration to control your mana and not get yourself hurt in the process. Asides from getting more mana, the mental abilities developed while doing it are very useful when casting a complex spell.
When training to grow the quantity of mana in your body, after prevent it from get out by yours poros, is necessary to apply pressure in all your internal mana, thus allowing more to enter. Once you feel that your channels are fully filled, slowly you need to let the mana compressed to decompress, with that the pressure increases, and after the extra mana leaves your body, repeat the process.
As a muscular tissue the mana channels in a body needs stress get damaged a little, so it can grow stronger after recovering. If someone try to force too many mana in their training so he can get strong quickly, the only thing that he would do is to get hurt. one of the greatest dangers of training this method, is that, if someone gets tired and loses control of the mana, the pressure in his mana channels increases a lot at once and they are damaged or, in extreme cases, even the mana heart is damaged. By its complexity is recommended to every beginner don't train alone, only a crazy or ignorant person would do it without supervision.
"I did it... it's just the first step an i am already this tired", said Korvaurora.
After training for two hours, Korvaurora felt her head was pulsing like a heart and all her body is itching inside because of her mana channels are repairing themselves. With her goal complete, all the fatigue that she accumulated during the day comes out of hiding and arrived on her body. Korvaurora leaned over in her bed.
With exception of the seventh day of the week, she trained the last twelve days nonstop. Korvaurora had a lot of difficulties to succeed on doing the mana training right. Be able to control all her internal mana and, at the same time, stop it from getting out of her body. Made her burn several neurons for three days. Compressing the mana but not stopping the flux of it, is the closest part of the process to what she need to do to form a magic circle, so only took one day. Before she could feel talented, she hit a wall.
No matter how she did it. Drinking a tea or an energy drink, even meditating before her training managed to make her calm or focused enough to control her mana and to a mana decompression, without getting hurt. Luckily Korvaurora only tried to decompress before her mana's channels be full, so the damage has always been minimal. However damage is damage, conduct mana for some days made her feel uncomfortable. As if she was pouring water on some bruises.
At eighth day Korvaurora for five minutes trained her mana channels steadily. Now that she got the hang of it, she can grow up as a magician. And yet, she don't have a smile on her face. Staring the ceiling of her room, is the only thing that she felt like doing. Celebrate or at least wipe the sweat that is getting in her eyes open, not even went through her mind.
"Why i doing this? Why do even i care if something is real or not? In the end it makes no difference knowing the answer", thought Korvaurora.
If she proves that Martre can be defeated, and so he don't have something like a plot armor. Even if her city would still having murder the problem, it could be solved by police, and the city no longer depend on a pre-adolescent. So drafting Martre would take off a huge burden out of her mind.
But, what if she could get stronger than Martre and end up defeated by his protagonism? Out of nowhere he wins by pure luck, or all sudden Korvaurora lost all her strengths? In that case, she proved that indeed she is a sub-product of someone telling Martre's story. And so what? If Korvaurora proves it, it would also means that she couldn't change nothing about it. Korvaurora would be a character that not even have the power to change her world, because it would get in Martre's story.
Korvaurora raised her hand, and set her eyes on it. In her vision her hand looks real, her hand lines and the scar that she got in childhood are all the same in her memories. She lay on her side and her eyes started to slobber. The feeling of impotence and insignificance in the face of the grand scheme of things, don't get out of her head. Why get out of bed in the morning if any decision she makes may not be who choses? Korvaurora try to be strong in her existential crisis, but it still a crisis. Her mind is turning over her memories looking for meaning, before the first tear falls she remembered her mom smile and after some seconds she see her friends, her grandparents, and even not wanting to admit she saw Louis' face. She made fists in her hands and jumped out of her bed.
"Fu#& it! Only the death can do nothing and i still alive and and existing! I will prove it by beating that fuck#& smug face", said Korvaroura going to her computer do more researches.
At morning she wakes up 5am, eat, run for one hour, train for half a hour her mana capacities and go to school. At afternoon she returns home and run until the sunset. At night she do the mana training until her mind get tired, when her mind is recovering she watch fights while taking notes, and repeat the process until she can got her sleeps eight hour, to do all it again. Korvaurora only rest on the last day of the week, so her body don't fall apart from the pressure. This was how Korvaurora everyday life was after that day.
***
"So you was natural in training?", said Maryanne.
The old lady wrapped in chain on the other side of the metal table, nodded her head and said, "Yup! It was a piece of cake to me".
Maryanne could not help and raised one eyebrow when she hear Korvaurora. Perceiving it the old lady said, "Do you not believe in me?".
Waving her arms in deny, Maryanne said, "Of course that i believe! Don't make sense you lie to me".
Korvaurora smiled and said, "It's good to know".
While Laughing it off, because she don't wanna make her patient stop cooperating, Maryanne made some notes on her clipboard. She wrote 'memory loss, compulsive liar or just an ass###&?'.
"She clearly don't know how accurate and extensive are the report that i received about her... or she don't care and is just saying anything to stay out of her cell" thought Maryanne.
Korvaurora raised her nose and said, "Different from your generation's young people. I always had a lot of willpower, trained for decades, never complained or thought about stopping".
Maryanne nodded while grinning and said, "Oh! i see". With the same smile she circled with a red pen the last option she had noted on the clipboard.
***
62# Day of Korvaurora's Training.
A girl is dripping sweat while running. After do this in almost all days, with time what was difficult became easy and the impossible became a matter of time. The six hundred meters are just a warm up to her now. She looked in front of her and she see that still have half of her tenth lap to do. If the girl continue at that pace, not will stop her of complete her goals. Yet from that moment on, slowly in each step that she take a frown in her face became deeper.
After hundred meters she stop running, start walking and cleaned the sweat in eyebrows that was bothering her. She can't take her eyes off the track. The girl breath start to get quicker, she tried to control it, but she could not stop the anger inside her of burning.
Eventually she pull her own hair and screams in rage until her lungs run out of air, without caring about audience. Returning to her senses, Korvaurora got back the control of her body. She continued to stare all the running track that it remains for her to run, for afew minutes, and ended turning around, saying,"I quit this shit! I'm not a fu@@%## fool!".