"Brother, you said you wanted to tell me another story. "
"Yes, but first things first, grab one of those sticks and hold it like a sword. "
-I know exactly how it's done. It was a technique that belonged to a travelling merchant of another continent a few centuries ago.
He passed down his theory to many rising knights, but none of them was able to succeed because they didn't understand a single glimpse of it. So he wrote his theory in a book and locked it inside a box.
He buried it after he found a good place. He thought that someday, it was going to discover by some person.
A few centuries later, the box was found by a construction worker of a noble family house. They took the box and displayed it in an auction, but nobody was interested in that.
After a few years, a poor man found it and tried the technique which was written on the old pages. He successfully made an aura without any problem.
But he was killed and the book was burned by the female lead because she didn't understand a thing written in the notebook and became jealous of the poor man.
That will happen after a few years, and the book will be burned eventually. That's none of my concern.
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"Now, tell me about your teacher. What do you think about him?."
"My teacher? He's a nightmare!"
Alberto shouted in anger.
"Then do you want to beat him up?" Viktor asked softly.
"With all my heart contains"
"Then imagine the way you want to beat him up. Close your eyes and imagine yourself beating the soul out of him."
"Yes, I can see."
"Let your true feeling in the stick you're holding, imagine you're holding a sword and he is right in front of you. So let your anger out, not fear, you're the king of your mind. So beat him"
"Yes, I can see him crying!!"
Suddenly, A blue aura formed around the stick and it started glowing.
"Now open your eyes ." He smiled.
Alberto opened his eyes and saw there was an aura around the stick he was holding. But he was too excited that the stick caught on fire.
"Woowowowoa!!! It's hot!!! But I did it!!! Brother, I did it."
"Yes you did, but not enough, take another one. Now imagine your mana around your stick perfectly. Like a plain mirror with no fault on it. Every curve and corner of the stick should have the same amount of mana, or it will catch on fire or worst, explode on your hand. "
"Eeekkk!! Explode??"
"Uhuu!! Don't lose your focus, you need to learn how to control raw mana. Don't apply this mana on iron or wooden sword, it's the basic. Ok?"
"Yes bother. "
"Now pick up another stick, use both sticks and apply mana at the same time."
"Both hands? But a swordsman holds one sword with both hands."
"It's dual swordsmanship, you can do it too. Grab one now. "
He picked up another stick and made another sword aura on his left stick.
"I did, but it's hard to control both sticks at the same time."
"Yes, then I will tell you the story while I throw these other sticks at you. You just have to hit it while maintaining your aura."
"Yes, I am ready!!"
"Ok then, I will start the story. "
He told him the story of the great inventor, Thomas Edison, who invented the lightbulb. As he threw the small stickers continuously, he told him how hard it was for him to make a single blub lit after thousands of times. There was no concept of a lightbulb before, but he was determined to turn the impossible into possible. After thousands of failures, he was finally able to light a bulb. Alberto suddenly stopped hitting the sticks and asked him,
"Where did he get the idea of something that didn't exist?"
He was again speechless after hearing his question.
"You see, all the things made by human's around us, it didn't exist before.
Behind every creation, there is always a human who thought outside the box and made it into reality.
Just like that, even now, there are a lot of things that don't exist, that will exist in the future by a person's hard work.
If you think outside the box with proper logic, you can always make the impossible, possible. "
"So, If I try hard, I can always get that?" He asked with glowing puppy eyes.
"Not always little one. You can't work hard on something that doesn't have any future. You always have to think hard about it. On what you should work hard, and what to throw away. Now, let's end the class here. Rome wasn't built in a day kid."
"What is Rome?".
-oh I forgot there is no place called Rome here in the first place -_-.
"I mean, a kingdom is not built in a day. Go home, come tomorrow when you have free time."
"Ok, bye-bye!"
He ran away with a stick in his hand swinging it like a sword.
"Haha! I feel like I am raising a kid."
These happy days will soon be over when the great war will broke out.
The sun went down after Alberto left the place.
Every worker on the outside wall came back to the workers house with a smelly sweaty body. They looked exhausted because the duke had a trip outside the territory.
So 12 horse was maintained by them.
After a long day of feeding, cleaning and fixing the carriages, they were all tired. So they straight went to sleep after dinner.
"Good thing I live in a rundown house far away from them.
I can even hear them snoring like a frog in the paddy field."
Ugh! I am going outside, I can't hear them snoring anymore, it's so annoying.
He went outside barefoot because he loves to walk on the grass.
It's so peaceful and refreshing too.
((Author's note : You should try it once, but not on the dirty ground where dogs love to complete their business. You can get hookworms or many kinds of fungal infections inside your nails. If you do, wash your feet and inside your nails once you're done. ))
"I can feel the small water drops under my feet. It's cold."
He walked through the garden in the second wall. It was more beautiful.
The red big rose was bloomed and it had a nice smell. So he touched one flower with his left hand, let out a small portion of mana, and the rose suddenly turned into dust.
"So this is the power of the crest of destruction. "
He said, and then put his right hand on the dust.
And the rose became alive, but it turned black, and he sensed a black aura around it.
-So, I have one chance to choose, if I destroy something, it will be gone forever. But If I try to bring it back which is destroyed or dead, it will come back, but as an undead.
"So-called the power of holy crest. It's more of a dark crest that brings a dead person back to life."
As he was leaving the garden, a group of men surrounded him out of nowhere.
He was speechless...
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Author's Note:: Please ignore those tiny grammatical mistakes... : p