Volume 7, Chapter 2-5: Broken Magic Flow

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Wednesday Winter Quarter 2016 Week 6

“Huh, Felicity?” Kisai asked, shooting multiple flame projectiles at me.

I dodged the majority of them, but two of the projectiles merged, striking me. I stood back up, brushing the dirt off my pants. Kisai was doing more advanced attacks now.

“Are you still feeling good?” Kisai asked, pausing.

“Yeah, it caught me by surprise. Just wanted to know what Felicity was like in high school,” I revaled my intentions.

“Well, she certainly is interesting,” Kisai replied, allowing me time to recover.

“Come on, you have to be give me more than that,” I requested.

“Felicity is uh…. an interesting character. S**t, I hate it when I repeat words like that. She’s very ambitious and quite demanding, I guess?” Kisai pieced together his response.

“That’s true, but how do you view her as a friend? That’s what I want to know,” I clarified.

“Let me think about it,” Kisai responded.

“Fine, so what’s next? I got the basics down. Are we moving onto something harder?” I asked, looking over at the magic user.

“Time for you to channel magic into a weapon. Should be useful if you keep using a sword,” Kisai decided, a glowing sword appearing in his right hand.

Purple colored electricity coiled around the sword blade. Did this mean he was taking things more seriously now?

“How exactly should I start?” I asked, summoning my sword too.

“Whenever you use magic, you feel energy manifest. It’s kind of boring to keep mentioning it. All you have to do is shift that feeling into the weapon. It’s a bit vague, but try it out,” Kisai directed, dimming the glow on his weapon.

He didn’t glance at his weapon and the glow intensified. It originated from his hand, flowing into the blade. All of a sudden, purple electricity coiled around his weapon once more. I stared at my own weapon and tried it.

I conjured up magic, but felt a shock run through my hand, trying to push it towards the weapon. I dropped my sword, grasping my right hand.

“Let me take a look,” Kisai walked over.

I observed a faint green flicker of light around his hand. The experienced mage stood back, staring upward. He nodded and then stared at me.

“Tomo, can you let me check your hand for a few seconds? If it makes you uncomfortable, then you don’t have to do,” Kisai requested.

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“Go ahead. If it’ll help my powers, it doesn’t really matter to me,” I consented.

He grasped my fingers and green miniature orbs orbited around his hand. Kisai released my hand, moving his left hand across the air. Very faint particles of light appeared, vanishing immediately.

“Your magic isn’t flowing properly, like an incomplete chemical reaction. You have to refine the magic. You’re pushing out “broken” magic,” Kisai analyzed.

“I don’t really get it,” I said, confused about what he meant.

“It takes effort to transfer magic. There’s a certain threshold you have to pass. Consider magic as a collection of particles and if a certain amount don’t make it, then it won’t work,” Kisai rephrased.

“There’s real life bullsh**t going on even with magic?” I asked in an exasperated voice.

“Yeah,” Kisai replied with a smile.

After a few more attempts, I transferred some of my magic over. It was for a short duration, but I succeeded. Kisai ended the training session, noticing my fatigue.

“I was wondering, but how well can you use magic while using a weapon too?” I wondered.

“It takes effort. You can still use spells even while attacking with a blade. You just have to manage two sources at once. It’s not easy for a beginner. I did pick it up really quickly,” Kisai replied.

“Can everyone do this then? This dual usage?” I questioned, curious.

“Most people just pick casting. It’s a lot easier to manage. Of course, I wanted to be better, that’s why I do both. Probably different for Feng though,” Kisai replied.

“Okay. Thanks for everything like always, Kisai,” I thanked him, leaving the training facility.

“Nah, I should be the one thanking you,” Kisai laughed.

“You have work today?” I asked, walking toward the parking lot.

“Nah, not sure what I’ll do when I get home. If there’s a basketball game on, I might watch it before doing any homework,” Kisai replied, pulling out his phone.

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