As Qing Eena sat in his classroom, his mind wandered back to his early days as a Mage Hunter. He thought of a friend he had back then, a fellow Hunter who had helped him through some tough times.
He remembered the pain he felt when he learned of his parents' deaths. He had been away on a mission, and by the time he returned, it was too late. He had been devastated, lost and alone in the world. It was then that his friend had reached out to him and helped him get back on his feet.
"I still can't believe it," Qing Eena said to himself, shaking his head. "It's like a nightmare I can't wake up from."
He remembered how he had started late as a mage, only able to learn weak spells at first. He had been forced to take support spells that a proper Hunter Mage wouldn't learn, just so he could earn a living. It had been a tough time for him, but he had persevered.
"It's funny," he mused to himself. "I never would have thought back then that I'd be where I am now. It's like a different life entirely."
He thought about his current situation, how different it was from those early days. He was now a successful Hunter, with a reputation that preceded him. He had powerful spells at his disposal, and his Spacetime Energy made him almost unbeatable in combat.
"But I can't forget where I came from," he said to himself, a note of sadness in his voice. "I owe it to my parents and to my friend to remember where I started and how far I've come."
He took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the lesson at hand. But in the back of his mind, he knew that he would never forget his past and how it had shaped him into the Hunter he was today.
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Qing Eena sat in the lecture hall, surrounded by his fellow students, as the professor explained the complexities of Mana Equations. The room was filled with diagrams and formulas, which looked like hieroglyphics to most of the students. Qing Eena, on the other hand, understood them perfectly.
As the professor droned on, Qing Eena found his attention wandering. He had tackled these equations countless times before, both as a mortal mage and as a god. He knew the equations inside and out, and he had developed his own unique approach to solving them.
Finally, the professor turned to the class and asked if anyone had any questions. Qing Eena raised his hand and the professor nodded for him to speak.
"Professor, if I may," Qing Eena began. "I've found that when tackling these equations, it's often helpful to approach them using ordinary Formal Sciences, such as mathematics and physics."
The professor looked taken aback by Qing Eena's statement. "Interesting," he said. "Could you elaborate on that?"
"Of course," Qing Eena replied. "I've found that by breaking the equations down into their component parts, and then approaching each part as a separate equation, it's much easier to solve the overall equation. It's a method I've developed over my many years of study and practice."
The professor looked impressed. "That's quite an innovative approach, Qing Eena," he said. "I think it's something that could be very helpful to the other students here. Would you be willing to demonstrate your method?"
"Of course, Professor," Qing Eena said with a smile.
Over the next hour, Qing Eena led the class through a demonstration of his method, breaking down complex Mana Equations into simpler parts and then using mathematical and physical principles to solve each part. The other students watched in awe as Qing Eena effortlessly solved equations that had previously seemed insurmountable.
By the end of the class, the professor was beaming with pride. "Qing Eena, that was truly impressive," he said. "I think you've just taught us all a valuable lesson about the power of innovative thinking."
Qing Eena smiled modestly, feeling satisfied that he had been able to share his knowledge and help his fellow students. He knew that he had a lot to offer the world, and he was determined to use his knowledge and abilities to make a difference.
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As the professor announced the start of the Self-Reliance Hours, the students dispersed and headed to their preferred activity. Qing Eena walked towards the training grounds, his eyes scanning the area for an available training dummy. He spotted one at the far corner of the field and made his way towards it.
As he approached the dummy, he felt a sense of nostalgia wash over him. It had been a while since he last cast a spell using his current body. Qing Eena raised his hand and concentrated his mana, preparing to cast a simple fireball spell.
"Let's start with something easy," he muttered to himself.
He chanted the incantation and released the spell, watching as a small ball of fire formed on his hand and flew towards the dummy. It hit the target, causing it to shake slightly.
"Not bad," he thought to himself. "But I can do better."
Qing Eena continued practicing his spell casting, gradually increasing the difficulty of the spells he was casting. He casted a spell that created a gust of wind, followed by one that summoned a small bolt of lightning.
As he was practicing, the professor approached him.
"Qing Eena, how's the spell casting going?" the professor asked.
"It's going well, professor," Qing Eena replied. "It's been a while since I last cast a spell using this body, but I think I'm getting the hang of it again."
The professor nodded in approval. "That's good to hear. It's important for hunters to maintain their spell casting abilities, especially when they're out on the field."
Qing Eena nodded in agreement. "Yes, I understand. That's why I'm using this opportunity to relearn some spells and improve my casting."
The professor smiled. "That's the spirit. Keep up the good work, Qing Eena."
With that, the professor left Qing Eena to his practice. Qing Eena continued casting spells, each time feeling more confident and comfortable with his abilities.
"I may have lost my previous body, but I still have my skills," he thought to himself. "And with this body, I'll be able to become even stronger."
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Qing Eena sat alone at a corner of the cafeteria, his eyes scanning the room as he listened in on the different conversations around him. He took a bite of his lunch, his mother's cooking always reminded him of home, before he focused his attention on the group of students sitting at the table beside him.
One of them, a tall and muscular boy, was bragging about his latest kill on a hunting mission. "I took down a giant troll all by myself," he boasted, his chest puffed out with pride.
Another student, a petite girl with glasses, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. I heard you had a team of five with you."
The boy scowled. "I did not! They were just there to distract the troll so I could get a clear shot."
Qing Eena chuckled to himself, remembering his own experiences as a Hunter. He had been underestimated and belittled many times before, especially when he had first started out as a middle-aged man. He knew the feeling of being talked about behind his back, of being mocked and ridiculed for his age and lack of experience.
He took another bite of his lunch and listened in on another conversation nearby. A group of girls were discussing the latest fashion trends in spellcasting robes. Qing Eena couldn't help but roll his eyes, finding the idea of fashion in the world of magic a bit silly.
But then he remembered his own struggles with magic back when he had started out. He had to learn everything from scratch, having no prior experience with spells or magical incantations. It was a difficult and frustrating process, but he persisted and eventually became a powerful mage hunter.
Qing Eena couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia as he listened to the chatter around him. He had come a long way from his humble beginnings as a middle-aged man struggling to survive in the world of magic.
But even with all his power and knowledge, Qing Eena couldn't help but feel a certain fondness for those early days of struggle and hardship. It was those experiences that had made him who he was today, after all.
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The professor cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention as they settled down for the next lesson. "Good afternoon, class," he began, smiling warmly at everyone. "Today, we have a new assignment for you all."
Qing Eena listened attentively, curious as to what the task would be. His eyes widened slightly as the professor explained that they would be given Mana Seeds and that they would need to use their own mana to make them sprout. It was an individual assignment, meaning that group talks wouldn't help them at all.
The professor stressed the importance of sprouting the seeds and not growing them into plants. "The difficulty level is high," he warned, "but not so much to despair. Those who have studied these past few days should have no problem, but those who have just started having a Mana Circulation Circuit will have a disadvantage."
The class murmured in response, some looking worried while others appeared confident. Qing Eena was somewhere in between. He had studied hard these past few days, but he was still getting used to his new body and the mana within it. The thought of using his own mana to sprout the seeds was daunting.
The professor went on to explain that the seeds were specially bred and that they needed the individual touch of their own mana to sprout. They had less than a week to do it, as the assignment was due on Friday.
As the professor continued to give instructions and tips, Qing Eena felt a sense of excitement building up within him. This was going to be a challenging task, but he loved a good challenge. He was determined to make his Mana Seeds sprout, no matter what it took.
After the professor finished his lecture, the class dispersed, some heading out to the courtyard to practice spell casting, while others stayed behind to study more. Qing Eena packed up his belongings and made his way out, clutching the small package of Mana Seeds tightly in his hand.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia as he walked down the hallways, his mind wandering back to the days when he first started Hunter School. He remembered the talking behind his back, the subtle humiliation, and the lack of guidance in some magic and hunting related subjects. But he also remembered the determination that burned within him, the drive to prove himself despite the odds.
Qing Eena made his way to his dorm room and set the package of Mana Seeds down on his desk. He took a deep breath and began to study the seeds closely, observing their shape, size, and texture. He then closed his eyes and focused, reaching deep within himself to find his mana.
It was a strange sensation, like feeling an old friend after years of separation. He could feel the energy coursing through him, waiting to be used. Qing Eena opened his eyes and focused his mana onto the seeds, gently nurturing them with his power.
He spent the rest of the afternoon tending to the Mana Seeds, occasionally taking breaks to eat and rest. Qing Eena was fully immersed in the task at hand, his mind solely focused on making the seeds sprout. He was determined to succeed, to prove that he was capable of anything he set his mind to.
As the days passed, Qing Eena continued to tend to the seeds, watching as they slowly began to sprout under his careful guidance. He was filled with a sense of satisfaction and pride as he watched the seeds grow, knowing that his hard work and determination had paid off.
And when Friday finally arrived, he proudly presented his Mana Seeds to the professor, knowing that he had accomplished something great. He couldn't wait to see what challenges lay ahead for him at Hunter School, but he was more than ready to face them with the knowledge and skills he had acquired.
As the professor made his way through the class, collecting each student's Mana Seeds, Qing Eena felt a sense of pride in his work. He knew he had put in the effort and dedication needed to complete the assignment successfully.
When the professor finally arrived at Qing's desk, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The professor examined the Mana Seeds closely, checking for any signs of growth. After a few moments, he looked up at Qing with a smile.
"Excellent work, Qing. Your Mana Seeds have sprouted beautifully," the professor said.
Qing couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He had worked hard to achieve this, and it had paid off.
As the class ended, Qing packed up his things and made his way out of the classroom. He was excited to continue his journey as a Hunter Mage and to see what new challenges lay ahead. He knew that he still had much to learn, but he was ready and willing to put in the work to become the best Mage Hunter he could be.