"Time for a training montage!"
Jack declared, no fox realizing just how scary of a concept it was. After all, Jack's version of a "Training Montage" meant pushing himself to the utmost limit!
He had a small Mana Capacity, but that wouldn't bloody stop him. Every minute of his waking time was spent training this new Arcane Magic.
Bluish lights would erupt from him, only to dissipate in mid-air. Then some more would appear, and more, and more, until he eventually collapsed out of exhaustion.
But as soon as he woke up, he'd start all over again!
His zeal was so intense that the Old Ghost started doubting his sanity. Why did he need power so much that he was ready to suffer so much for it?
"Kid, are you trying to kill yourself?!"
"I can handle this much!"
