Chapter 11: Blue Flame
Today marked one week since I began attending classes at the academy.
I've settled into this new life surprisingly well.
Although I haven't made any friends yet, I've discovered that academy life isn't as dull as I initially thought.
My daily routine may seem mundane to some, but I find comfort in its simplicity. I wake up early each morning, take care of my hygiene, and fit in a bit of exercise. Then, I get dressed and head off to the academy.
Despite the routine, I'm actually enjoying my time here. I'm learning new things every day, and that keeps me interested and engaged.
Today's class was all about theory, something that many students tend to overlook at NOMA.
Unlike other places where people focus solely on honing their abilities, theory classes are often neglected here.
That's the same case for Magic Theory classes also.
Most prefer to rely on intuition when it comes to using magic, using theory as more of a guideline than a strict rule.
After all, if magic were solely about theory, everyone would just follow the same formula.
But that's not the case.
The pure magic comes from understanding the theory and applying it in your own unique way.
Those who grasp the theoretical aspects of magic tend to have better control and proficiency in their abilities.
Currently, I'm in a class called "Elementary Magic Theory." It's all about laying the groundwork for understanding magic.
In this class, we learn the basics of magic, the very foundation upon which all our magical skills are built.
But sadly, theory classes like these often get overlooked.
Many students in the class seem disinterested, with some even dozing off or skipping altogether. I
It's a shame because understanding the theory is crucial for mastering magic.
Yet, despite the lack of enthusiasm from some of my classmates, I find these lessons fascinating.
Before me stood Derick Porter, a senior professor at the academy and a magician with a B-rank status.
"Consider this: the perfection and release of mana. It is within this delicate balance that the essence of magic resides. Like a symphony conductor guiding his orchestra, the magician orchestrates the flow of mana, shaping it with precision and intent."
"Before one can truly grasp the essence of magic, they must first come to understand the language of the magic circle. It is the foundation upon which all spells are built, the blueprint of our intentions made manifest."
"Imagine the magic circle as a canvas, waiting to be painted with the vibrant hues of mana. Each stroke, each symbol, holds significance, representing not only the elements but also the very essence of magic itself."
Professor Porter explained, his voice resonating with authority.
As he spoke, my eyes focused on the magic circles displayed above.
They appeared as complex geometric figures, composed of numerous lines and curves
"Observe closely as the intricate patterns of this 108-stroke magic circle unfurl before you." he elucidated
" Note how each curve, each line, serves as a conduit for the flow of mana, guiding its journey from the centre to the outer edges."
"In this particular configuration, the mana is not merely dispersed, but rather, it is propelled outward with purpose. It begins as a concentrated force at the heart of the circle, gaining momentum as it expands until it radiates with the formidable essence of 'Destruction.'"
Professor Porter emphasized the meticulous design of the magic circle.
"Notice the subtle curvature of the lines, the deliberate arrangement of symbols. These are not arbitrary markings but carefully crafted channels that direct the raw power of the elements."
"As the mana courses through the circuit, it carries with it the essence of destruction, leaving in its wake a surge of transformative energy. It is the manifestation of entropy, the catalyst for change, as it spreads from the epicentre to the furthest reaches of the circle," he explained.
"Let me give you an example of how a simple change in a basic 'Destruction' type magic spell could increase its power manifold," Professor Porter proposed.
"I need a volunteer," Professor Porter announced, scanning the room until his gaze settled on me.
"Mr. Owen, please come here to help me demonstrate."
I couldn't help but wonder why he chose me instead of Ryan. This seemed like the kind of event meant for the protagonist.
Despite my reservations, I couldn't refuse the professor's request.
"Yes, sir."
I replied, rising from my seat and making my way to the front of the class beside Professor Porter.
He suggested, "You seem to have an affinity for fire, lightning, and darkness. Let's start with a basic fire spell. Please conjure a fireball."
I extended my hand and focused, conjuring a small fireball.
But Professor Porter shook his head. "Not like that, Mr. Owen. You should create a magic circle for the fireball. However, I must say, I'm impressed by your mastery over a spell that doesn't typically require a medium like a magic circle."
I dispelled the fireball, realizing he was right. I formed a simple magic circle, needing only 17 strokes. But Professor Porter had more in mind.
"Now, erase these two thin lines and add four lines here..." he instructed, pointing out changes to the circle.
I followed his guidance, making adjustments to the circle. This was why many students enjoyed magic theory classes.
They have to modify the primary circle.
Primary circles were easy, but attempting to reform them had a 99 per cent chance of failure.
Because students prioritized their safety in combat, they rarely attempted circle reformation, risking their lives on that one per cent chance.
But this type of circle reformulation was the domain of geniuses.
I knew I could handle it. I had learned four spells in a week, putting me in the class of genius.
The reason reformed spells are better is that if you have two spells with the exact destructive power, one is reformed and the other is primary.
The reformed one consumes less mana than the primary one. I could just conserve my mana pool.
As he finished explaining, the magic circle was changed slightly—10 strokes and curves were added, and 5 were erased.
"Now, conjure the fireball," he instructed.
I began conjuring it. The fiery red colour of the fireball changed to a blazing blue.
"Shoot it at that rock," he directed, pointing to a large rock.
I aimed and shot. The rock blasted apart, turning into smaller fragments.
The loud noise caused by it woke up all the students, focusing their attention on it.
Even I didn't think it would multiply the destructive power of the primary fireball tenfold.
But that was awesome.
Turning to the professor, I gave him a thumbs up and said with a straight face, "That's freaking hot!"
Even I didn't know why I said that.
And just then, the bell rang.
Everyone's surprised faces turned happy, knowing it was time for combat training, where they didn't have to deal with theory.
As I was heading out, Professor Porter said, "You really are a prodigy of the Regulus family. Even several geniuses can't modify the circle on the first try. If you want to learn something, come to me. I'd be happy to teach someone like you."
I didn't expect that. Professors at NOMA don't usually offer individual teaching.
I replied, "Yes, Professor."
With that, I left the classroom along with the others.
***
Fifteen minutes later, everyone from the class gathered at Training Field 13. Despite the 200 people here, the field didn't seem crowded at all. That's how big a single training field is.
The instructor, Elysia Nightfall, arrived.
We quickly formed lines.
She stands tall, her figure commanding attention, with skin as pale as moonlight.
Cascading down her frame is a mane of dark purple hair, concealing the left side of her face.
Her complexion is ethereal, a ghostly hue of grey, and her eyes gleam with an otherworldly intensity— Her gaze, adorned with bright blue irises, holds a mesmerizing charm, further accentuated by subtle pink highlights.
"For the past week, all of you have been training solo, putting your best effort into improving your skills. Today, it's time to put those skills to the test. We'll see how much progress you've made," Elysia Nightfall announced.
"Today, you'll be challenged to spar with your fellow cadets," she continued.
"Since many of you haven't learned any spells yet, you won't be relying on magic for this challenge."
"Your opponents will be selected randomly by the AI in your smartwatches."
"Let me make one thing clear: this isn't just about winning or losing. It's about growth. It's about learning from each other, pushing each other to new heights, and becoming the best versions of yourselves," Elysia declared.
"Approach each bout with courage and humility, knowing that whether you win or lose, you'll come out stronger and wiser for the experience."
The students were inspired by her words.
But then, she sighed, her expression turning into one of annoyance.
"Did you really buy into those cheesy motivational lines I just spouted? That's just stuff fools believe in. In war, your opponent doesn't care about courage or humility. You win by any means necessary. Nobody remembers the losers, only the winners."
"Now get moving, you lot! What are you waiting for? Want me to hand out candies?" she added, her demeanour completely changing.
Wow! Our instructor is something else.
I might just have a crush on her.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone