- Logan sensei started to teach me magic. His initial lessons were, surprisingly, not about flashy spells or grand incantations, but about something far more fundamental: perception. "Magic isn't just about what you do," he'd often say, his voice a low rumble, "it's about how you see the world, how you feel its currents."
- We began in the secluded, whispering glade behind his small, unassuming cottage. The air there always felt different – charged, almost, with an ancient energy. Logan sensei would have me sit cross-legged for hours, eyes closed, focusing on the subtle shifts in the breeze, the rustle of leaves, the distant murmur of a hidden stream. "Feel the mana," he'd instruct, "the lifeblood of everything around you. It's not visible, but it's there, woven into the very fabric of existence."
- At first, it was frustrating. My mind, accustomed to the tangible and immediate, struggled to grasp such abstract concepts. I felt nothing but the ordinary sensations of the forest. But Logan sensei was patient, his presence a comforting anchor. He taught me breathing exercises that seemed to quiet the incessant chatter of my thoughts, and guided meditations that helped me sink deeper into a state of heightened awareness.
- Slowly, imperceptibly at first, things began to shift. One afternoon, as I sat beneath a gnarled oak, I felt a faint tingling sensation on my fingertips, like static electricity, but softer, warmer. It pulsed gently, in rhythm with the rustling leaves. I opened my eyes, startled, and saw nothing out of the ordinary, but the feeling persisted. When I told Logan sensei, a rare, knowing smile touched his lips. "Good," he'd simply said, "you're starting to open your inner eye."
- The next phase involved manipulating this nascent awareness. He had me attempt to draw the subtle energies of the forest towards me, to gather them, to feel their concentration. It was like trying to scoop water with a sieve at first, but with persistence, I began to perceive distinct pockets of energy – a vibrant hum around blooming flowers, a deep, earthy thrum beneath ancient stones, a fleeting shimmer in the path of a leaping deer.
- Logan sensei explained that this was the essence of elemental magic – connecting with and directing the inherent forces of nature. He spoke of the four cardinal elements: Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water, not as separate entities, but as different manifestations of the same universal mana. My initial affinity, he observed, seemed to lean towards Wind, a natural inclination given my restless spirit and quick mind.
- He started me with simple exercises: making a single leaf twitch without touching it, coaxing a wisp of mist from the morning air, or subtly altering the direction of a tiny eddy in the stream. Each success, no matter how small, was a revelation, a tangible proof that what Logan sensei spoke of was not just philosophy, but a powerful, underlying reality.
- The world, which I had once seen as merely physical, was now revealing itself as a tapestry of unseen energies, and Logan sensei was teaching me how to read its intricate patterns and, eventually, how to weave my own. The journey was long, and I knew I had barely scratched the surface, but with each passing day, I felt the spark of magic within me growing stronger, ready to ignite into something truly extraordinary.
- After I grasped the fundamentals of magic he started to train me about mana, the universal energy that underpins all elemental forces and is the very fabric of the magical world, teaching me how to draw upon it and shape it to my will.
- He started the training by draining my mana until I passed out so the amount of my mana would increase and we went with his teleportation magic to a vast place to train my magic spells.
- I would use low and medium spells to drain my mana until I pass out and when I wake up I start to concentrate and gather mana and repeat that cycle.
- To secure not just skill but survival, we braved incredibly dangerous dungeons, engaging in training so arduous it frequently put our lives at risk. This brutal regimen, however, catalyzed immense growth in my magic, swordsmanship, and an unshakable confidence in the face of any challenge.
- I repeated that for six months until I started to use high-level spells. As I continued my training, I began to accumulate a large amount of mana. This led me to embark on another phase of training: to master my spells without the need for incantations.
- It has now been two years since I first met Sensei and began my rigorous training under him. Today marks the final day of my training, and with it comes the day of the truth he promised to reveal.
- "Logan Sensei," I began, my voice filled with gratitude, "I thank you for the invaluable training you have given me over the past two years, and for the immense effort you have put into me. I will never forget it."
- " Before knowing the truth there's one final challenge for you to over come" Logan.