"THAT—THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT!"
Sullivan backed away, nearly tripping over his own staff as Leon stood there glowing like a star.
Leon blinked. "Uh… did I break something?"
"No! You rewrote history My boy"
As Leon grew more confused "what do you mean by i rewrote history "
Sullivan smile could not stop he gleamed "My boy you shine the colour white. No human in the history has ever gotten the white glow but you have that can only mean one thing"
"That you are a conqueror"
"What do you mean by conqueror master" with strange expression on his face
Sullivan blinks "well My boy conqueror are what we call destroyer of the world
You see theirs ancient folklore about the conqueror in ancient text from the church
That once a conqueror is born he shall inslave the entirety of the human race and bring misfortune to all who sees him by the eyes "
"Really, is that true" asks Leon
"No, you idiot it just stupid thing the church states to make people fear conquerors "
Replies Sullivan.
"Wait before you continue how do you know I'm a conqueror " asks Leon
"Well theirs certain criteria for them,
A child born with talents for sword and magic
And has the white glow is called a conqueror
But this criteria changes per race like the elves it's a child born with a white glow and dark skin is called a conqueror.
But Conqueror was what we humans call them in other races its completely different to us.
Also the church considers conqueror a vital enemy and if one see them should be killed on sight as part of the divine law"
As the wind settles and with sky clear
"Thump- thump"
Leon sits down in the chair with agony on his face after hearing this. "Oh da-dang it I'm gonna di-di-die it all over" as Leon falls on the ground weeping
Sullivan shouted back, trying to stay calm despite the panic on his face,
"Don't worry! All we have to do is teach you how to suppress your mana so no one finds out. Except your father—we'll have to tell him eventually."
Leon nodded, though confusion and excitement mixed in his eyes.
A few hours later…
They were back in the training room, the air heavy with leftover mana from the awakening ritual. Sullivan sat cross-legged in front of Leon, who was still glowing faintly like a small lantern.
"Alright," Sullivan said, tapping the floor. "Sit down. First step—breathing."
Leon dropped down, copying his teacher.
"Now… imagine your body like a pot," Sullivan continued. "And the mana inside you is water. You don't want it spilling everywhere. You want it contained. Controlled. Absorbed by the pot itself."
Leon closed his eyes with determination.
"Good. Focus. Slow your breathing. Pull the mana inward—not out."
The glow around his body flickered.
Sullivan's eyes widened.
He's actually doing it… at this age?
Leon strained, sweat forming on his forehead as the light dimmed little by little.
"That's it… that's it… keep going," Sullivan whispered.
The room trembled faintly—his mana was too dense, too pure.
But Leon kept focusing.
And slowly…
The blinding aura around him shrank… then vanished completely.
Sullivan exhaled in disbelief.
"…Kid," he said, voice trembling, "You're a monster."
Leon opened his eyes.
"What? Did I do it?"
Sullivan grabbed his shoulders.
"You didn't just do it—you suppressed mana that most adults can't even contain. From now on… your training begins for real."
A few days later,
[In the training grounds of the Winters estate]
"Leon i have taught you how to suppress your mana now's time to teach you elemental magic"
"Really Sullivan, ok let's get started immediately" replies Leon
"Sure, first imagine your mana being flowed into the mana pocket" says Sullivan
Leon grabbed his chest, squeezing the fabric of his shirt as he focused. He imagined the mana inside him like swirling mist -wild, overflowing, refusing to stay still.
A faint blue light ignited beneath his skin.
It seeped out slowly, like steam escaping a crack, before flowing back inward—into his bones, through his nerves, finally settling into the mana pocket near his heart.
Leon could feel it-warm, dense, alive.
Too alive.
Sweat dripped down his forehead. His breathing grew uneven.
"Okay-okay-now what?!" he shouted, panic slipping into his voice.
Sullivan blinks " ok now imagine the mana being flowed to your finger tips"
Leon stares into the distance eyes widen and forcibly super charges and explodes the mana in to his finger tips
"Ok you are almost there, now cluster all the mana together for a Spark to be created and then increase the heat from there. weave it in to a a circle and then creates multiple strings and shout Fire ball "
"You make it sound easy…" Leon muttered, sweat running down his forehead.
Still, he raised his fist and closed his eyes, trying to follow Sullivan's instructions.
First step - gather the mana.
Leon inhaled deeply. The air trembled. Tiny blue sparks flickered around his skin as he pulled the scattered mana toward his chest. It felt like trying to grab smoke with his bare hands slipping, resisting, twisting but he forced it tighter and tighter.
"Good… good… keep going," Sullivan whispered anxiously, watching every movement.
Leon's heart pounded.
Second step - heat it.
He imagined fire. Pressure. Heat building like a furnace being fed oxygen.
The mana responded—slowly at first, then violently. His entire arm felt like it was boiling from the inside.
"That's it, but don't lose control!" Sullivan warned.
Leon gritted his teeth.
"Okay… now I just need to make it hotter…!"
He pushed more mana into the sphere, compressing it until the blue glow turned orange—then red—then a blinding white.
The air shook. Leaves around him curled and burned from the sheer temperature.
"Leon! That's enough-you'll-!"
But Leon was already at the point of no return.
"FIREBALL!!"
The spell detonated from his palm with a thunderous roar.
A massive sphere of flame shot forward like a comet, slamming into a tree
BOOOOOOM!!!
The tree disappeared in a violent explosion. A shockwave blasted through the clearing.
Flames erupted outward, racing from trunk to trunk like hungry beasts.
In mere seconds, half the forest lit up in a blazing inferno, smoke spiraling into the sky.
Sullivan fell backward, eyes wide in absolute disbelief.
"…L-Leon…" he whispered, voice trembling,
"…that wasn't a fireball… that was… a miniature firestorm…"
Leon, panting, stared at his own shaking hand.
"I… I didn't mean to do that!"