Arthur stared at the two heads of the prestigious school as if they'd just lost their minds… as though they now spoke gibberish.
Who were they to tell him, a phoenix that was at least seven decades old and already experienced in the art of mana manipulation, that he had to relearn these minor concepts?
Arthur's use of mana came as naturally as breathing. It was the one part of being in Barthlorn he actually believed himself to excel in.
His morning lessons were bad enough with all the information he had to cram into his skull that he didn't need to hear something as obnoxious as this adding to his baggage.
"I think you have the wrong mana vortex. If it's about what happened this morning, it won't happen again. I can promise you that.
I don't really need to relearn concepts I've been trained in for my whole life just because I suddenly learnt I was a mana vortex.
