It had been a few weeks since Ryan had begun his intensive training with his parents. His skills were improving steadily, and he could feel the difference with every session. But there was something on his mind—a new concept that he had been mulling over: gravity manipulation. He had touched on it before, but now he wanted to delve deeper.
One evening, after a long day of training, Ryan approached his mother, Helena, as they sat in the study.
"Mom," Ryan started, "I've been thinking about gravity manipulation. I've already got some control over it, but I think there's a lot more I could learn. Do you know of any techniques or knowledge that could help me improve?"
Helena looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. "Gravity is a tricky force to master. It's not just about manipulating weight—there's a balance to it. You need to control the pressure without overwhelming yourself or those around you. It's a skill that requires both physical and magical discipline."
Ryan listened intently as his mother continued.
"You've got the potential for it," Helena added, her voice encouraging. "You already have a strong grasp of earth magic, which is closely tied to gravity. If you refine your control over both, you'll be able to use gravity manipulation in more advanced ways."
Ryan's eyes lit up. "That's exactly what I was hoping for! Could you teach me?"
Helena smiled softly. "Of course. We'll work on it together. But remember, gravity magic can take a toll on your body, so you'll need to be cautious."
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The following day, Ryan began his focused training on gravity manipulation. Helena guided him through the process of honing his control, starting with small, simple exercises. She taught him how to increase and decrease gravitational force in a controlled space.
"Start small," Helena instructed, holding a smooth rock in her palm. "Focus on the weight of this rock. First, make it lighter, as if you're lifting it with your mind. Then, increase its weight gradually."
Ryan concentrated, his eyes narrowing as he focused his mana on the rock. Slowly, he felt its weight change—first becoming lighter, then heavier. It was subtle at first, but as his control sharpened, the changes became more noticeable.
"That's it," Helena encouraged, her voice calm. "Now, try it on a larger scale."
Ryan nodded and shifted his focus to a boulder nearby. With effort, he extended his control, feeling the pull of gravity around the rock. It wasn't easy, but over time, he could feel the force shifting as the boulder became slightly heavier.
Though it was tiring, Ryan felt a thrill at the progress he was making. Gravity manipulation was becoming more than just a concept in his mind—it was something real, something he could use.
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By the end of the week, Ryan could see the results of his hard work. His panel had upgraded, and most of his skills had reached level 2.
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Name: Ryan Duskveil
Age: 10 years
Level: Level 2 Magister
Skills: Earth Spear (Level 2), Earth Boulder (Level 2), Amplification Magic (Level 2), Magic Missile (Level 2), Primary Gravity Manipulation (Level 2),Primary Northern Sword Flow (Level 2)
Attributes: High Earth Magic Affinity
Note: Highest level is 10
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Ryan couldn't help but smile as he looked at his updated stats. His training was paying off, and it was clear that he was growing stronger.
But it wasn't just Ryan who was making progress. Scarlet's flame magic had become more precise. Each time they practiced together, Ryan could see her confidence growing. The once hesitant flames she summoned were now steady and controlled, burning brightly with intent. Her progress was reflected in her own panel.
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Name: Scarlet
Age: 10 years
Level: Level 1 Magister
Skills: Flame Manipulation (Level 2), Fireball (Level 2), Ember Control (Level 1)
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"You've improved so much, Scarlet," Ryan told her one afternoon during their training session. "Your flame manipulation is way more refined than before."
Scarlet smiled shyly. "Thanks, Ryan. I've been working hard."
Ryan nodded in approval. "It shows. Keep going."
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In addition to his magical training, Ryan's combat training with his father had intensified. Roger was relentless when it came to pointing out Ryan's mistakes, but Ryan knew it was for his own good.
"You're leaving your left side open," Roger barked as they sparred, his sword moving quickly to demonstrate the weak point. "Fix your stance. Don't just swing wildly—think about where your opponent might strike."
Ryan gritted his teeth, adjusting his stance as he prepared for the next round. His father's critiques were sharp, but they were necessary. Every time Roger pointed out a flaw, Ryan made a mental note to correct it.
They continued sparring, their swords clashing as Roger pushed Ryan to his limits. Sweat dripped down Ryan's face as he focused on improving his technique.
"Good!" Roger said, as Ryan managed to block a tricky strike. "Now keep that up. Don't lose your focus."
By the end of their session, Ryan was exhausted, his body aching from the rigorous training. But despite the physical toll, he felt stronger. Each mistake Roger pointed out was an opportunity to improve, and with each day, Ryan's swordsmanship became sharper.
As Ryan collapsed onto the grass, breathing heavily, Roger sat beside him, grinning.
"You did well today," Roger said, clapping him on the back. "Keep at it, and soon you'll be able to stand your ground against even stronger opponents."
Ryan smiled, grateful for his father's support. "Thanks, Dad. I'll keep working hard."
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That evening, as Ryan lay in bed, reflecting on his day, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction. His skills were improving, his magic was becoming more refined, and his swordsmanship was sharpening.
But most importantly, he was learning—learning from his parents, learning from his mistakes, and growing stronger with each passing day.
To be continued....