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Deep inside the mine.
The temporary resting place of the miners.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
The stocky old man widened his eyes and harshly scolded the young boy sitting on the straw in front of him,
"It's so quiet here, yet you still can't learn to meditate!"
"You stupid rock!"
The old man's eyes burned with a fervent light as he roared loudly.
The young boy nodded repeatedly, closing his eyes tightly, trying to meditate according to the old man's instructions.
But the fear within him prevented him from entering the state the old man described.
"I can't feel anything, except darkness..."
The boy reluctantly opened his eyes, shrinking his neck, a look of bitterness on his delicate face.
"Teacher, I've already tried my best..."
"It's not enough!"
The old man harshly reprimanded, "You must learn to meditate to have magic power!"
"You're already quite old; you must hurry!"
"Perhaps you can find someone else..." the boy said cautiously.
"Shut up, you fool!"
