Cheers and Lee Jordan's enthusiastic commentary echoed from the distant Quiddich pitch as the game began. But the noise barely reached the ears of Richard who was once again training with his sword near the black lake.
During his time as Riser Phenix in the DxD universe, Richard was able to come across a power called touki. A power like aura in the comics in his native world, that can be obtained by training physically. He himself had witnessed its power as Sairaog Bael plowed through the noble blooded devils. And while this world lacked mana necessary to make such powers, it has shown a power similar to that in magical beasts. The physical aspect of soul and magic.
Demiguises, thunder birds, phoenix, kelpies, Erumphut, all magical beasts have this power in their bodies, stored ready to be unleashed at any moment. And just like how magnetic fields are able to disrupt the flow of electricity, this physical aspect of magic can disrupt magic making these beasts resistant to spells while still being able to manipulate the reality in a limited way. That was how those beasts controlled weather, water, lived for thousands of years and had powers transcending wizard understanding.
However till now, he couldn't find the final clue on how to achieve this. Even though Richard had made the laws of this world favourable to himself, that did not mean that he had knowledge about everything. He had been at loss until he saw the glowing bolt of magic flying from a hex, inspiring him. If wizards manipulate reality directly with their soul, then what was the bolt of power that leaves the wand when spells are casted? That was the 'code'. And how to use that? He had no answer to that. But he knew that it was the clue to achieve his vision.
Just emotions weren't enough. He needed a spell and apply it to himself. Not a complex and weak spell like the ones used by wizards nowadays, but a powerful magic that carried the raw brunt of the soul and the wild instinct of the body.
Achieving the latter part of was the problem Richard currently faced. He had practiced the basic as well as somewhat advance sword movements he had gleamed by tracing the swords present in hands of the suits within castle with great emotion and dedication. He had even used spells like the cutting curse with his other hand while he engaged in physical activities, but the progress was yet at a snail pace.
"This is taking forever" Richard exhaled as he sat down on the rocky bank. He stabbed the obsidian sword on to the beach where it began crumbling to dust. Even if he did persist in his current method, he won't be able to use the physical power, which he decided to call 'od' until he becomes a grandpa.
"No chance" Richard's eyes gleamed in determination. He had a plan. Something he had cooked up some time ago. However he had thrown it away because of the dangers.
"Fortune favours the bold doesn't it? " Richard questioned himself as he picked up his discarded upper garments and robes before slinging them across his back. He needed a bath. And then.......
His gaze stopped at the dreary dark forest, and Richard made his mind up to do something drastic.