Arthur sat outside the testing room, his legs crossed as he nervously tapped his fingers on his knee. The walls were lined with intricate symbols and glowing runes—magic in this world was clearly more complex than he had anticipated. He was up next. He could feel the weight of the moment, and his thoughts kept drifting back to what Ben had casually mentioned earlier.
The Infinite Mage magic system, huh? Arthur mused. I'm in a world where magic works on concepts of spirit zones, schemas, and some crazy level of power control. This is nothing like the magic I remember from... well, any version of Arthurian lore. And here I am, about to test for it.
His mind raced. He had an advantage now. The moment Ben explained the basic structure of magic here, Arthur had immediately recognized what this was: a fusion of high-concept sorcery with practical control over one's surroundings. He knew how dangerous it could be. A system based on spatial control and the manipulation of spirit zones was like tapping into an infinite well of power—if you understood it properly.
Ben had told him about how mages here were tested for their innate magical ability, which typically involved channeling one's spiritual energy into a designated space and shaping it into a specific form. The forms were like blueprints for magic. Attack forms, defensive shields, flight—each mage had a unique way of interacting with their personal zone. Some students had trouble even creating a simple circle, while others shaped destructive blasts from a single thought.
Arthur felt a sense of excitement—this was something he could master. But, of course, that came with a heavy dose of caution. If I mess this up, I'm just going to be another ordinary student. But if I pull this off... I might just be able to reshape this world, like I did before.
He glanced over at Ben, who was watching the proceedings with amusement. "Arthur," Ben called, snapping Arthur out of his thoughts, "you ready for this?"
Arthur gave him a half-smile, a bit of the old confident king resurfacing. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's see if I can make magic my own."
"Good luck," Ben replied, slapping Arthur on the back as he stood to enter the room.
The door swung open, and Arthur stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, with only a few floating spheres of light to illuminate the space. In the center of the room was an open circle, about five feet wide, marked with strange symbols Arthur couldn't quite decipher. Around the edges of the circle stood a few instructors, watching with stern expressions. They were dressed in robes adorned with symbols that hinted at their rank, their mastery of magic clear in their posture alone.
"Name?" one of the instructors asked, his tone sharp.
"Arthur Pendragon," he said, his voice steady.
The instructor gave him a scrutinizing look. "You are to perform the basic test. Create a spirit zone and shape it into a form that reflects your magical affinity. No distractions."
Arthur nodded. Spirit zone... He'd heard about the basic forms—circles, defensive shields, attacks. The idea was to channel energy into a spatial construct and shape it through willpower. He'd need to focus on his inner energy and bend the world around him, just as the Infinite Mage system required.
One of the teacher spoke as she had red hair as she spoke. "Are you ok".
Arthur just spoke looking at her. "There um is a lot of numbers".
Another teacher this one a much older man. "What is it in the Millions".
Arthur spoke, as in his point of view as he saw the number of 3.14159. "will it is 3.1415".
The Red hair teacher almost choked on her drink as she spoke. "Pi".
Arthur looked at teacher as he spoke. "So um... Is it bad".
One of the teacher spoke, as her red hair flowed in the wind, as she looked at him. "No not really, just went haven't seeen anyone like you before".
Arthur stood still, trying to focus on the task at hand. He could feel the tension in the room, but also something else—something beyond the challenge of the test. The instructors were watching him closely, their eyes narrowing with curiosity.
He glanced down at the circle in front of him. The energy was palpable, almost humming in the air. He could feel his spirit zone already, subtly pulsating inside him, waiting for his command.
With a deep breath, Arthur closed his eyes and let his mind settle. The concept of the spirit zone wasn't so foreign—after all, he was no stranger to the manipulation of power. But this felt different. There was an inherent complexity to it, a precision required that he wasn't sure he could fully grasp yet.
He raised his hand slowly, focusing on his energy. The circle before him seemed to glow slightly as his inner power swirled. The instructors watched in silence, waiting. The red-haired teacher, clearly intrigued, leaned forward slightly, her curiosity evident in her posture.
"Focus, Arthur," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Let your energy form. Shape it."
Arthur nodded. He could do this. But then, something strange happened. Instead of just a circle, Arthur's zone began to expand, swirling and stretching. It was almost as if the power inside him was trying to break free of its confines.
"Wait, this isn't what I intended," Arthur muttered to himself.
Before anyone could react, the space around him seemed to shift. The entire room flickered, a distortion rippling through the air. The symbols and glowing runes on the walls warped and twisted as if caught in the pull of his expanding zone.
The red-haired teacher's eyes widened. "What... is he doing?"
"That's not a basic form," one of the other instructors murmured, his voice tinged with concern. "He's not just creating a spirit zone... he's... manipulating the very space around him."
Arthur's eyes snapped open. He hadn't expected this. The zone around him was no longer just a small circle—it was growing, becoming something much more dynamic, as if his understanding of magic was evolving on its own. It was like his spirit zone had tapped into the very fabric of reality, and it was bending to his will, expanding beyond just his own control.
He could feel it—like the world itself was responding to his thoughts.
With a sudden burst of effort, Arthur commanded the zone to retract, pulling it back into something more manageable. The distorted space around him settled as the ripples in the air faded. He let out a breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
The room was silent for a moment, the instructors exchanging glances, their expressions a mixture of surprise and intrigue.
The red-haired teacher spoke first, her voice hesitant but with a note of awe. "That... was unlike anything I've seen before. You didn't just create a spirit zone, Arthur. You... you altered the entire space around you."
Arthur glanced down at his hands, still trembling slightly from the exertion. "I didn't mean to do that," he muttered, a bit sheepish. "I thought I was just supposed to create a circle or something."
"You've done more than that," the older teacher said, his tone serious. "You've tapped into something deeper. A rare affinity, if I had to guess. It's not just magic—it's an understanding of spatial manipulation, something few have ever even come close to mastering."
The red-haired teacher nodded, her eyes still wide. "I think it's safe to say you've passed the test... but we'll need to monitor your progress closely. This kind of power... it's dangerous if not handled correctly."
Arthur swallowed, his heart still racing. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that level of control. I was just trying to—"
"Don't worry," she interrupted, a slight smile on her face. "We'll help you with that. You might not understand it now, but this... this is just the beginning."
Arthur nodded, taking a moment to absorb what had just happened. He had barely started, but already, things were different. His connection to this world was deeper than he could have imagined. His magic was unlike anything anyone here had seen before, and that both excited and terrified him.
As he turned to leave the testing room, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the first step on a much larger journey.
"Good job, Arthur," Ben said as Arthur stepped out of the room, clapping him on the back. "Not bad for a first try, huh?"
Arthur gave a tired but satisfied smile. "Yeah... not bad at all."
Arthur sat in the quiet corner of the academy courtyard, his legs crossed, and his hands resting gently on his knees. His gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, the peacefulness of the moment reflecting in his calm demeanor.
On the inside, however, it was a completely different story. His mind was buzzing with thoughts—Pi. The number. The spiraling, never-ending number that had appeared in his spirit zone. He had felt it, seen it, even spoken it out loud when he saw the distortion happen in his magical test. 3.14159…
Confusion and disbelief circled inside his mind. How? Why? What does it mean? It wasn't like he had any clear answers. All he knew was that his zone had manifested through Pi, of all things—something so abstract, so mathematical in nature, and something he certainly didn't expect from a world that seemed to be built on pure magical forces.
But the outside Arthur? He looked as calm as a placid lake on a windless day, as if none of this had fazed him. His golden eyes remained steady, focused on the world around him, the serene landscape of the academy, the quiet hum of life continuing as if nothing unusual had happened.
"Looks like you're lost in thought, huh?" Ben's voice cut through the stillness as he sat beside Arthur, pulling him from his musings.
Arthur's head turned slowly, offering his friend a warm but distant smile. "Just thinking," he replied with a calm voice, though inside, he was still wrestling with the implications of what had just happened.
"About the test?" Ben asked, clearly more interested in Arthur's thoughts than the actual test results.
Arthur nodded but didn't elaborate. There was no need to explain how utterly bizarre it had been. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had inadvertently tapped into something as complicated and—dare he say—infinite as Pi. In the back of his mind, a part of him wondered if it was a sign. After all, Pi was a never-ending number, and his own powers, if his testing was any indication, seemed to follow a similar pattern of infinite possibilities. Could the two be connected?
But again, how could he explain that to anyone, especially someone like Ben, who had no idea what Arthur was truly dealing with? No one in this world even knew what Pi was, let alone how it had manifested within his magic. So for now, it was just another puzzle that Arthur had to keep to himself. At least, until he figured it out.
"You okay there?" Ben asked, noticing the slight hesitation in Arthur's voice.
Arthur simply nodded again, his face unreadable. "Yeah. Just... adjusting."
Ben gave him a playful nudge, sensing that there was more beneath the surface but not pushing it. "Well, you did better than I expected, man. I thought you'd go for some over-the-top, flashy magic, but you just... bent reality like it was nothing."
Arthur chuckled lightly, though it was a bit forced. "I didn't exactly plan on it. The magic... it sort of just happened."
Ben raised an eyebrow. "Sort of just happened? Dude, you practically twisted the fabric of space. That's not 'just happening.'"
Arthur shrugged, his expression still calm and composed, though his mind was far from it. "Guess I've got a lot to figure out."
There was a long pause, and then Arthur finally broke his silence, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was speaking more to himself than to Ben. "I don't understand it. Why Pi? Why that number?"
Ben glanced at him curiously but didn't press. Instead, he leaned back, offering a knowing grin. "Maybe it's a sign that you're destined for something... special." He said the last word with a tone of mock seriousness, then grinned. "After all, not every guy gets to be a king who manipulates reality. You might just be onto something huge."
Arthur couldn't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, maybe. But right now, it's just... confusing."
"Tell me about it," Ben said, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "But hey, you've got this. You've got magic, you've got the spirit zone, and who knows what else is coming your way? One step at a time, right?"
Arthur stared into the distance for a moment, his face still calm, but inwardly, he was lost in thought. One step at a time, he repeated to himself. That seemed like the best course of action for now. This world was strange. He was strange in this world. But he would figure it out, like he always did.
He took a deep breath, finally letting the sense of peace he was projecting on the outside seep into his mind.
For now, he would focus on the basics. He was still adjusting, still figuring out the rules of this world and his role within it. Magic, Pi, the spirit zone, the Infinite Mage system—it was all so new. So vast. So infinite.
"Thanks, Ben," Arthur said softly, his voice a little more assured now. "I'll get the hang of this."
Ben gave him a thumbs-up, grinning. "You better, man. You're gonna be a legend around here."
Arthur just nodded, his expression still calm, though the wheels in his head were spinning faster than he cared to admit. This world had magic, and Arthur had just scratched the surface of what was possible. As confusing as everything felt right now, he couldn't shake the feeling that the future ahead was going to be even more bizarre than he could ever imagine.
And Pi... well, Pi was just the beginning.
Meanwhile with the teacher the red hair teacher looked at the other teacher as she spoke. "I have too say, we got an interesting Student This Year".
The old man spoke looking at her. "Your correct Cinder, magic work's like Magic and Science and the fact his Spirit Zone came with PI was something else"
The Black hair teacher then spoke. "Not like this had happened before, remember Merlin and our early day's in the academy with him, back then Me and Cinder were just students, just like him".
Cinder, the red-haired teacher, glanced over at her colleagues with a thoughtful expression. "Yes, Merlin... that was a different time. But Arthur... his magic is something else entirely. The fact that his Spirit Zone manifested through Pi—it's almost like he's not just tapping into magic but into the very fabric of the universe itself."
The old man, known as Master Orin, stroked his beard, his eyes narrowing slightly as he contemplated the implications. "Indeed. Pi is not just a number—it's a concept, an endless, infinite sequence. To have that embedded into a Spirit Zone… it suggests something far beyond the normal boundaries of magic. This boy could be something extraordinary."
The black-haired teacher, who had introduced herself as Sienna, leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "I agree. It's fascinating. I've never seen anything like it before. But you both know what happened with Merlin, right? We were just students back then, unaware of the potential power we were dealing with. We didn't understand what he was capable of until it was too late."
Master Orin nodded, his face darkening as the memory of Merlin's time at the academy resurfaced. "Merlin was... a force of nature, but he was also a wild card. His magic was unlike any we had ever seen, and it took all of us by surprise. His affinity for time and reality... it was dangerous, even for him."
Cinder leaned forward, her expression serious now. "We have to be careful with Arthur. I'm not saying he's another Merlin, but we can't ignore the possibility that his connection to Pi—this infinite, looping number—might signify a deeper, more profound magic. If he learns to control it properly... who knows what he could become?"
Sienna raised an eyebrow. "But that's the catch, isn't it? If he learns to control it. Magic isn't just about raw power. It's about control, discipline, understanding. Merlin's downfall was his inability to truly understand his own power. Are we ready to take that risk again?"
Orin sighed deeply, his eyes filled with a mix of wisdom and caution. "We don't have much choice, do we? Arthur is here now, and we must teach him what we can. But yes, we must be cautious. If he grows too strong, too quickly... we might face the same problem we did with Merlin."
Cinder nodded, her voice soft but firm. "Then we'll just have to guide him better. This time, we won't let the mistakes of the past repeat themselves."
Sienna looked at her colleagues, her expression a mix of determination and concern. "We need to monitor him closely. If there's one thing I learned from Merlin's time here, it's that we can't afford to underestimate anyone—even a student who seems as ordinary as Arthur. We'll give him the training, but we must also be ready for what happens next."
Orin stood up slowly, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "Agreed. Let's see what Arthur is truly capable of. And let's make sure we're ready for whatever the future holds."
With that, the three teachers exchanged a look of shared understanding, knowing that they had just taken the first step in guiding an exceptionally powerful—and potentially dangerous—student. The story of Arthur Pendragon was only just beginning, and it was clear that the academy's history would soon be written in ways they had never imagined.
To be continued
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