Synthesis, it is when a master of mana or a mage is able to fuse elements together to obtain a reaction, and make use of the result.
"Mana coalesce and amalgamate, Pyro Aqua blind," a haze of white smoke formed from Daniela's palm, spreading across the ground.
"Synthesis? Did she really become a One-Star?" Houdin watched the smoke form around her.
Francis looks at Daniela in surprise, the princess who never focused on magic casting spells. "Guess you learned a few tricks."
But Daniela paid no heed to the remark, preparing for her next spell. 'You can apply magic to each part of your body. Mana bullets use the base source code as an output medium, but I can also use elements to reinforce my body,' "Gust, Displace: Haste."
I can't see her, but she must be preparing to shoot a mana bullet or something, Francis readily took stance, waiting to break the strike as the smoke continued to spread.
The smoke shot in front of Francis shot forward, a shilouete heading towards him. The blade comes down striking the smile, but it disappears, as a small gust hits him.
Francis looks around the smoke in confusion, Huh!? What was that?
The smoke disappears, Daniela appearing behind him, her fist heading straight for his head. Francis feels her presence and bends down barely dodging her strike.
When did she get behind me? Francis swings his sword but Daniela withdraws, maintaining distance.
"Aren't you a mage Princess, don't you know getting close to swordsman is dangerous?" Francis runs towards Daniela expecting to panic but Daniela starts chanting.
"Water, flow and deafen the censure ahead of me: Aqua guard." Francis's blade strikes against the guard but the strike gets deflected by the current.
Francis pulls his sword back, coating it in a thin layer of mana and striking against the barrier, but the blade gets caught in the current before flying off a few feet away.
Francis smirks as he coats his fist in a hue of blue energy and strikes her barrier cancelling it and his fist heading for her chest. Daniela quickly reacts by gathering mana around her palm and striking the first.
The two stand there, eyes confronting each other.
"It seemed like you were saying something," Daniela taunted, "Francis?"
"Ah, don't get too happy, I was just caught off-guard, shall we?"
Francis rushes forward once again determined to strike her, he swings his fist coated in mana, but is met by Daniela's fist.
Daniela steps forward and throws a kick, but he blocks it bringing his palms, taking two steps back expecting Daniela to step back only for her to rush forward with another punch.
Francis steps forward blocking her fist and landing a strike, his fist connecting on her abdomen.
"Ow," Daniela hunch over groaning in pain.
"That bastard, how dare he!?" Houdin stared at him.
"Oh, that must have hurt, this is why you should keep your distance," Francis goes down, whispering into her ears, "princess."
"You too," Daniela mumbles, "Mana bullet," a small ball of light shines heading towards the Francis who was caught off-guard.
Francis instinctively brings up his hands to block the bullet but the impact throws him off balance throwing off the arms of uniform and tearing off some of the skin.
"Does that hurt?" Daniela looked down at Francis, holding a mana bullet against him.
"I lost," Francis says, biting down his anger.
"Winner, Princess," Ren announces.
"She actually won?" Houdin's mouth left agape as Daniela walked towards her.
"See I told you I could do it," Daniela said.
Fuck, Francis strikes his fist against the ground, watching her leave, I can't believe I lost to her, fucking embarassing.
MISSION COMPLETE
REWARD
NEW FEATURE UNLOCKED
UPGRADE MENU
Now that's useful, Daniela thought, the system flaring in front of her.
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What's with the professor? He suddenly told me to go back to the mention of the old man, do they know each other? Finn sat on a bench outside.
He was really angry, what was that? Finn looked above, staring into the sky as he leaned back in.
I'll do some breathing exercises I guess, Finn straightened his back, sitting up straight, bringing his hands together in a meditative position, closing his eyes and feeling the mana in his body.
The energy is split in three, usually a core holds all the mana and qi, but the old man made me three specific cores, each having a different function, a slight glow enveloped him, the air around him getting colder.
A distinct system where he separated the energies as a whole, keeping the main core intact while forming two others.
The first core holds my netherane take over the shadow and form the first core in my crown, the air grew colder, A second core in my heart meridian made of mana holding the cold property,' the air continued getting colder, 'and a normal core in my Dan Tian.
The mediator core I've formed in my Dan Tian helps me select the type of mana I want to use by only letting it flow into my Dan Tian, the air went back to how it was.
And by choosing which mana I want to use, the method lets me keep a core holding normal mana and netherane, but then which of the cores will develop?
Finn opens his eyes only to notice the leaves on a tree nearby had gathered frost around on a few of its leaves near him.
"Frost... maybe I can use mana to force my brain to remember the memories I got," Finn muttered as he rubbed his temples, "the memories are clogged together, and I'm unable to pull out the specific information."
Finn closes his eyes and gets back to concentrating. The mana starts flowing from his Dan Tian all the way up.
Oh, the mana still tries to flow into my heart, just keep it up, and flow it around the core all the way into the upper meridian and let it into the hippocampus.
Drops of blood trickled down his nose, as mana entered his brain, the energy clearing out his mind.
Damn, it hurts. I let the man flow in bit by bit, yet it hurts, maybe I should be more careful with my brain.
Finn's eyes strained as a flurry of memories came flooding in. His clasps around his head, his long hair falling forward as he fell forward. Blood continued to trickle down, along with a few droplets of water.
"Wha... what... the fuck?" Finn groaned in pain.
The new memories rang loud in his mind, specifically the memories regarding his loved one.
Eldric Valeson died during a gate break...
What does that mean, what was that thought?
His body was ripped apart...
What does that mean? tears continued to trickle down his eyes.
We couldn't find anything, but we got a Vördr. I believe it was his, here.
"No way," the tears continued to flow, "grandpa, you can't die."
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"Is this right, sir?" Nichole asked, swinging a sword.
"It's just as General Thomas said, your form is perfect," Jack moved around looking at Nichole's stance from all directions.
"What do you mean, sir?" Nichole asked in confusion.
Jack stops and looks at Nichole, "Well, in short, you were meant for the sword, even if someone were to begin training at a young age, there are bad habits, like being off by a slight, but you don't have anything."
"Because I've never trained with a sword before, is that why?"
"It's much more than that, it's almost as if you were born with the sole purpose of holding a sword, maybe if you continue you'll be able to dominate those in Martial arts class."
"Ah, no, professor, I do have such wishes," Nichole puts down the wooden sword.
Jack looks at her palms, "But I thought you wanted to join the Ascension tournament team," he slowly takes her hand and looks at it, "shouldn't you have the determination to go past them."
"I... um, sorry, sir, I've shown you a pathetic side of mine," Nichole looked down at her palm, the skin slightly peeling after holding the sword.
"That's the spirit, I hope you can live like that, one where you won't have regrets, regrets of not taking a chance and missing it forever," Jack smiled slightly.
A small light shimmered around her palms where Jack was holding, the peeled skin going back to how it was.
"Woah, what was that?" Nichole looked at him in wonder.
"Just a small trick, but I won't be using it again because continued exposure has some effects."
"It's alright, sir."
A moment of silence descended on them, the two enjoying the silence. It was peaceful and understanding, there was warmth.
"Can I ask you something, professor?"
Jack slightly laughs, "Sir or professor, try to stick with one, and what is it?"
"Ah, sorry pro—, sir, but why are your hands always cold? They're very cold, cold enough to cool a hot glass of water."
"Oh, it's nothing much, just some trouble," Jack twitched nervously at the topic.
"The mana earlier, it was also cold," Nichole said, her face softening into a smile.
"Is that so?" Jack's smile slightly falters.
"But your presence feels warm and gentle unlike your cold and rough hands."
"Oh," Jack blushed at her words. Hearing the girls words of assurance made Jack feel unfamiliar, the waters of flattery untraversed.
The moment of peace was interrupted by the sudden sound of the door slamming open, as a man with gray kissed hair, a sharp moustache and a stern expression ruled by anger.
"Jonathan, you fucker," the man rushed forward and slams his fist into Jack's face. Jack falls to the floor, drops of blood dying his teeth red.
Nichole freezes, fear grappling her. The sight of some strange man walking in and downing her professor, confusion and fear threatened to swallow her.
"I thought I fucking told you to never show your face around me," the man roared in anger.
"Victor, what do you want?" Jack got up, his voice a weak mumble.
"Huh?" his rage fumed, "talentless piece of shit, you want to ruin the kids too now?" Victor looked at Nichole before turning back to Jack.
"Victor," Jack spoke, his voice breaking apart, "please... no."
Victor puts his hands over Jack's collar pulling him in and connecting another punch to his stomach. Jack falls to the ground yet again wailing in pain.
BLEH
Jack vomits a large puddle of dark blood, as he tries to get back up.
What the hell? Nichole watched the entire scene horrified. Shit, what do I do? Should I go out and get help? Will this man let me?
"You're still sick, maybe you should have already died instead of living a wasted life," victor commented as he walked towards Jack.
Fuck, his uniform looks like that of a professor, is he also one of the professors here? Nichole braced herself for the blood scene, she could already imagine what was going to happen.
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"Huh? Are you sure?" Hailee looked at the air.
The air growled for a second, Hailee seemingly having a conversation with the howling gust.
"That bastard," she rushes off forward, the chair falling down from the force of her standing up, "shit, I forgot about those two."
...
"Professor Charla, I need your help," Hailee said, catching her breath as she looked at Charla who was teaching standing with a group of children.
"Hailee?"
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