Three years had passed since Lucas embarked on his journey to harness his mana and master the way of the sword under the tutelage of Master Caliban. The training had been relentless, pushing Lucas to the limits of his endurance and testing his determination.
On this particular day, Lucas found himself engaged in a fierce sparring match with his master. Caliban's words cut through the air like a blade, pushing Lucas to perform better. Fueled by a mix of determination and a hint of rage, Lucas responded with a display of skill that earned his master's approval.
"This is how a man wields a blade," Master Caliban praised, his tone carrying a rare hint of satisfaction.
Exhausted and drenched in sweat, Lucas made his way back to his room after the training session. His muscles ached, but there was a sense of accomplishment that fueled his steps. He knew he was growing stronger, inch by inch, day by day.
Entering his room, Lucas decided to cleanse himself of the day's exertions. He filled a bath, the warm water soothing his tired muscles. As he submerged himself, he felt the fatigue wash away, replaced by a renewed sense of energy and purpose.
After the bath, he dried himself off and looked into the mirror. The reflection that stared back at him showed a changed man—a young boy.
Dressing in his casual fantasy robe, a garment suited for both comfort and mobility, Lucas settled into the lotus position. With practiced ease, he entered a state of deep meditation. The world around him faded as he delved into his own consciousness, connecting with the wellspring of mana within him.
In the quietude of his meditation, Lucas's mind was a battlefield of strategies and decisions. He had chosen to pause his mana awakening, a deliberate choice made to avoid the clutches of his biological father, Otis, who would undoubtedly exploit his awakened abilities for his own gain. The countdown to his seventh birthday, merely four months away, was a reminder of the power he held within, restrained and waiting to be unleashed.
Instead of idle waiting, Lucas had embarked on a different path, a path of innovation and ingenuity. He had devised a method to create smaller mana cores, which he named betas. These betas were not only a testament to his creativity but also a practical solution to enhance his magical prowess. For the past three months, he had tirelessly worked on forming these betas, rotating them around his primary mana core.
As he delved deeper into this intricate process, Lucas's efforts bore fruit. Seventy percent of the betas were now successfully formed, a testament to his dedication and meticulous approach. Each beta represented a new source of mana, a reservoir of power that he could tap into when the need arose.
In his mind's eye, Lucas envisioned the potential of these betas. With each one rotating around his primary mana core, his magical abilities would be bolstered, creating a vast and unending sea of mana. The prospect of never running out of mana filled him with a sense of confidence and preparedness.
Yet, even in his achievements, Lucas remained cautious. He contemplated whether the current number of betas would suffice or if he should endeavor to create more. The balance between power and control was delicate, and he wanted to ensure that he could manage the vast reservoir of mana he was cultivating.
In the depths of his meditation, Lucas's thoughts weaved a tapestry of possibilities and foresight. He contemplated the fate of the protagonist, Arthur Leywin, as portrayed in the novel. Arthur's struggles, particularly in battles, had been a result of insufficient mana within his core. It was a lesson that Lucas took to heart, a cautionary tale of the importance of a robust and well-controlled mana pool.
In his mind's eye, Lucas envisioned the distant Elven kingdom, where Arthur, according to the novel, sought the aid of the elves to mend his mana core. The image stirred a sense of determination within Lucas. He was not merely a passive observer of the story; he was an active participant, drawing lessons and insights to shape his own destiny.
As he returned his focus to his meditation, he observed the two shining little mana cores, each with a subtle shade of red, rotating around his primary mana core. The sight brought a sense of satisfaction, a tangible result of his dedication and hard work. These betas represented his innovation, his attempt to ensure that he wouldn't face the same challenges as Arthur did in the novel.
A feeling of hope washed over him. He hoped that these little mana cores, meticulously crafted and placed, would function as he had theorized. They were not just symbols of his power; they were the embodiment of his determination to overcome the limitations set by fate and narrative.
In this moment of quiet reflection, Lucas found reassurance. His efforts were not in vain; they were the building blocks of his strength. With each rotation of the mana cores, he felt a step closer to the power he sought, a power that would enable him to face the trials ahead with confidence and resilience.
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