"Mana, set."
A simple whisper yet vital for the use of his magic. Luka sat by himself, amidst the intense od surrounding the Tree of Creation. He had insisted that he should try and see if he could bear the strain the od in the air posed on his body. When Daji unleashed her power in Ryuuji to save him, he fell unconscious almost immediately. So, he decided that he should learn how to endure high amounts of od in the air.
This morning was rather odd, both for him and his master. They barely talked, as if she was on cue about what happened during the funeral. Irrational anger still coursed through Luka, and despite the meditation and the high amount of concentration he was going through at the moment, he still couldn't let go of it.
Without moving, Luka sensed the presence of Saki and Viktor approaching. Their voices carried down into the massive crater where he sat, echoing slightly as they moved closer.
Still, he couldn't care less about their presence at the moment. The od was attacking his body, eating away at his thoughts, trying to pierce the layer made of mana he created at the surface of his skin.
So frustrating... There was so much mana here, so much so that it made him angry. The punch he stopped from Julius still left a mark on his hand. At that time, he had used everything at his disposal just to stop it. A talisman, his own strength, everything he had, just for a single punch.
I am weak, I know that, stop telling me that!
He gritted his teeth even further. Everyone around him was much better, much stronger, better people overall. He didn't belong here, never did he and it was getting clear why.
If it had been someone else from his world, anyone else, they would've definitely fared better than me...
Still, he couldn't give up. He was stuck here and while waiting for a way to go home, he had to learn to survive. But learning wasn't enough. Now he painted a target on his back because of his reckless actions. Only a miracle would save him.
Why did I save her in the first place? Seriously, it's not like it will do me any good...
His mind swirled back and forth the events of the day before. Frustration kept bubbling over until he stopped breathing.
There was so much od here, so much mana untapped. What if he could use it? He would become unstoppable.
"Control," It was a stupid idea, yet he couldn't stop thinking about it. Imagining the power he could unleash if he succeeded, he had already made up his mind.
Control, as self-explanatory as it was, was still mostly unknown, even to Daji. True, it was useful to manage oneself, but it helped him understand magic more clearly. It was no longer just random energy manipulation, incantations, and dark rituals. Now, everything had a purpose.
His body was a circuit to connect the impossible to the possible.
His mind was a machine to compute and calculate the odds of success.
His senses had become highly sensitive sensors, ready to report any unexpected errors.
Two small atoms—if we could call them this way—of mana swirled around his fingers, colliding with precision and creating sparks.
Esfelto was not a problem anymore.
Svelto, the spell of reinforcement, neither.
For the first time using control, he tried to expend it outwards, outside his body. If he could tame the od in the air, everything would become easier.
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A Tamia's Tale
Fantasy"A world full of mysteries and interesting people, sure. But what if I wanted to go home instead?" Luka, a young man, is summoned by accident in a fantasy world. But his arrival isn't without problems: kidnapping, political betrayals, a sickly king...
