"Thank you for the dishes, sir," Arun said, retrieving his pouch to pay the man for his passionate work. Yet, the old cook extended his palm before him, signalling to stop.
"Seeing youths interested enough to train and eat well in a magic academy is all I need to brighten my day. If you really want to repay me, come from time to time to order again. It's on the house." The man answered, a reminiscing glint flashing in his eyes. He once was a powerful mage, too, unbeatable on the same tier.
With nostalgia, he gazed at Arun tenderly, causing the boy to shudder. The kid was unknowingly treading the same path he did in the past. That's why he wanted to give him a hand and let him discover the benefits a trained body yielded for a mage.
After all, mana ran through it, using mana circuits as channels and the heart as storage. Obviously, a stronger body translated to a better capacity and flow!
