Robert's pov (Paulo's pov)
7 years later, I am now 10 years old, and I was a healthy, fine boy. At the same time, Blaise, my older sister, started to teach me about magic as a preparation for my entrance exams by the time I turned 16. Every day, from morning to afternoon, at the forests outside of town, she will teach me the basics of magic, specifically the lightning magic, despite the fact that she never had any lightning magic, and only had the basic ones. I always do what she told me to do and always tried my best to do the basics, or what she considered as "lower tier magic". At the same time, I learned that my full name in this world is Robert Lightningheart, and I had grey hair and blue eyes.
Every time I tried to summon electric magic, it always comes in only tiny sparks and rarely any big ones. But, Blaise always reassured me that I'll master it with both effort and practice, and she never complimented with negativity.
I was always happy that I get this type of encouragement.
Also, every time we go home, I always read books about lightning magic at our home library while Blaise was cooking dinner or doing some alchemy work. But what I had discovered while reading those books is that I always find the script used to write these texts being too similar to the Baybayin script of the Philippines back at my previous life. There are dots and marks to indicate different sounds of a consonant, or no vowel at all. Back at my previous life, I loved studying foreign languages and different scripts, and I managed to learn and memorized the Baybayin script by the time I was in junior high school. So, it was a bit easy for me to recognize the texts written in the books I was reading.
And every time I read, I always closed my eyes and try to memorize the words used to summon lightning magic. And every time I failed to memorize them, I read them again and try to memorize again and again. But, I wouldn't dare to destroy my room, or the house, if I do summon magic indoors. I would only do that somewhere outside of town, like the forests. I do this until dinner time. And at the same time, before going to bed, I always write about my day in my medieval-style book with vintage pages and a brown tanned leather cover, using a quill pen and an ink bottle. And if I were to write sensitive letters to someone in the future, I'll use the pen name "Paulo" as a pseudonym for this. But I hoped that, in the future, I will eventually make a friend.