How to Live as a Magician in the Martial Arts World Episode 2
Chapter 1. Magic (1)
“Allen. It’s been a week since you entered the Magic Tower. And there’s a rule in the Magic Tower that if you haven’t entered the path of magic after a year, you can no longer learn magic.”
“I know, Master.”
“Your talent is certainly outstanding. You feel the mana as a natural thing and can handle it. However, you are unable to control and use that mana.”
Allen’s face turned red with embarrassment.
In fact, Allen’s intelligence was neither good nor bad, but rather average.
The only problem is that learning magic is something that cannot be accomplished with an ordinary mind.
“Allen, it’s not difficult. Magic is about connecting with the world. The world is filled with countless pieces of information, and creating a circle is about accepting that information, reconstructing it, and preparing to reproduce it. Is there anything you don’t understand about this process?”
“… … I don’t understand how you can get information using magic power. And how you can build it to create an organization… … .”
Rowlon couldn’t hide his disappointment after hearing the answer.
What Allen said is the most basic of the basics.
It’s so obvious that it’s actually harder to put into words.
Even if you know in your head that magic is the subject that exerts power and a medium that carries information, if you cannot perceive it with your senses, it is difficult to become an initiate in the magic world.
Allen’s case was very special, as anyone who didn’t realize such things would never become a wizard in the first place.
“Allen.”
“… … Don’t worry too much, Master. I’ll somehow manage to succeed during the remaining week.”
Allen said calmly.
Although there was a little bit of embarrassment, there was no wavering in his eyes or tone of voice.
Looking at that sight, Rowlon suddenly thought.
No, this is something I’ve been thinking about for half a year now.
‘This child should have learned swordsmanship, not magic.’
His constitution may have been suited to learning magic, but his temperament and inclination were for the sword.
However, inspectors are not treated as highly as magicians. Even if they have the talent to handle magic, at most they only have slightly stronger weapons than ordinary people.
But it would have been better that way.
Given Allen’s qualities, he might be able to pioneer a new field.
But once you enter the tower, it’s already too late.
If you still can’t enter the path of magic after a week, you will be chained to the magic tower for the rest of your life, living a life no different from slavery.
‘Should we find a way?’
Rowlon made up his mind.
He was prepared to risk everything for his disciple.
* * *
Jegal Hyunmong sat quietly in the air (I don’t know how that was possible) and looked at Allen.
Allen was now sitting cross-legged in his room, concentrating.
Even though he had not yet entered the realm of magic, Allen’s magical power flowed with a chilling purity and majesty.
Just like a martial artist.
‘But you were wrong.’
Despite all that Rowlon had explained, Allen still couldn’t figure it out.
It’s like knocking on a thick, sturdy iron door with a key.
As he watched, Jegal Hyunmong felt frustrated and bored, so he imitated what Allen was doing.
Even though it was a dream, I felt like I could roughly figure out what to do just by looking at it.
‘Creating magic, putting your will into it, and then conveying it. Is that so difficult?’
Of course, it’s not something that can be done just by thinking about it, it requires its own set of steps, but it doesn’t require any special thinking, you just have to do as you’re taught.
In Jegal Hyeonmong’s opinion, the difficulty level was not that difficult.
‘You can’t do that obvious thing.’
As I was watching, Allen failed again,
Even though he knew it was a dream, Jegal Hyunmong opened his mouth without realizing it because he was frustrated.
Now that I think about it, it was my first time speaking in a dream.
Before that, I had never thought of saying anything. No, I didn’t even know if it was possible.
[That’s not how you do it.]
Dreams are very strange.
In dreams, no one speaks coherently or coherently.
There is only a certain will, and the characters in the dream understand it as if it were natural.
If you think about it, even Zhuge Liang was like that up until now.
Although he didn’t know what language Allen and Rowlon were speaking and he didn’t listen for long, the meaning behind their words was conveyed to Jegal Hyunmong.
It was the same now.
Although Jegal Hyunmong only said one word out of frustration, that one word contained the solution to all the problems he had felt while watching Allen.
At that moment, Allen’s body, which had been closed, shook violently as if struck by lightning.
“iced coffee……!”
Jegal Hyunmong, who was watching, was greatly surprised.
Allen has solved a problem that has been holding him back so far.
We have unlocked the first gate to create the first circle and are now starting to move forward.
Allen’s sense of breaking down walls was also conveyed to Jegal Hyunmong.
It was as if two people had mixed together.
Did Zhuge Liang become Allen, or did Allen become Zhuge Liang?
Just like the dream of Zhangzi or the butterfly dream that Zhangzi spoke of, in a situation where no one could tell who was who for a moment, only the will was shared.
How much time has passed?
Before he knew it, Jegal Hyunmong was sitting behind Allen as he always did.
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In Jegal Hyunmong’s eyes, he saw Rowon’s wrinkled eyes with tears in his eyes as he dressed her in the robes of a trainee magician.
“That’s great. That’s really great! I never thought it would only work out at this late hour… … And to be able to form such a solid and perfect circle! That must have been a huge realization!”
‘It worked.’
Although it was just a dream, it seemed to have helped him in some strange way, so Jegal Hyunmong smiled with satisfaction.
And so the dream ended.
When he woke up, he found that a ring had been created on Jegal Hyunmong’s body.
* * *
“It’s morning! Everyone wake up!”
The march of the flag resembled the march of an army.
Wake up at the appointed time, get ready, and then leave.
As Jegal Hyunmong opened his eyes and was tidying up his place, he heard someone shouting in his ear.
“Move quickly! Are you going to take responsibility if the parade is disrupted because of you?”
The one who shouted was Lim Jun-gyu, the son of the leader of the group.
Lim Jun-gyu did not like Jegal Hyeon-mong.
He didn’t like the fact that his father was always fighting and wandering around even though he wasn’t particularly better than him, and he didn’t like it even more that he was taller than him and had a pretty face even though he hadn’t learned martial arts.
Lim Jun-gyu was relatively short for a civilian, and his face was covered in pockmarks.
“… … Yes, I will get ready quickly.”
“The water is running low, so hurry and get some before breakfast is over. You’ve been feeling good, so you should be able to do this much, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
It’s already a hectic and busy morning.
In that situation, asking him to bring water was like telling Zhuge Xuanmong not to eat.
However, Jegal Hyunmong nodded without any complaints.
Even though he was favored by the lord, he was not at a level where he could express his dissatisfaction even to the lord’s son.
Even if he wasn’t Lim Jun-gyu, there were quite a few people who looked down on him for taking it easy.
Rather, it was good to run errands like this because it saved me from unnecessary trouble.
Jegal Hyunmong roughly cleaned up the place, packed his belongings in a bundle, and then started walking, carrying a water jug on his back.
Since the price was roughly one kilometer away, the round trip time was entirely Jegal Hyunmong’s time.
During that time, I was able to concentrate without being disturbed by others.
As soon as his gaze dropped to a certain extent, Jegal Hyunmong lightly focused his consciousness.
An imaginary ring that floats above one’s head, invisible and imperceptible to others.
Through that ring, Jegal Hyunmong lightly moved his magical power.
With a part of the world under his control, he held a freshly broken branch in his hand and gently waved it to adjust his energy, and a soft pile of dirt rose up, forming a comfortable path for walking.
‘It’s amazing every time I see it.’
What you just did was manipulate your surroundings through magic.
If you synchronize it by blowing the magic power of the earth energy into it, the rest can be used to raise or sink the pile of earth depending on the spell.
Come to think of it, it looks like a giant earthworm wriggling under the ground.
‘Should we call it the Dragon’s Tale?’
Three days have passed since I had the dream.
I haven’t had a similar dream since that day.
If that were the end of it, I might just think it was a fun dream.
A ring was created on Jegal Hyunmong’s body, and as he had learned from Rowlon, he could use that ring to interfere with the laws of the world.
I don’t know why I had that dream, or why I can use what I learned in the dream in real life.
Jegal Hyunmong just focused on the strange fate that had come to him.
Because it was fun to use magic as if I was wearing clothes that fit my body.
And maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt like I had a talent for that magic.
‘No, compared to a guy like Allen, anyone would seem talented.’
anyway.
Although it had only been a short time since I learned it, magic could do truly limitless things.
It was also possible to manipulate the floor to make it easier to walk on, as was the case just before, and to carry a water cart.
The original water carrier was so heavy that it seemed like not only my shoulders but also my back would bend.
However, when I gathered my energy into a branch and tapped the water jug, it felt like it was about half full of water.
Of course, it wasn’t without a price. Using magic put a burden on the ring.
It’s okay to use it to some extent because it has resilience, but if you use it recklessly, it will break and you will never be able to make a ring again.
No one had taught me how, but I had a feeling it would be like that.
While he was thinking like that, Jegal Hyunmong returned to the group.
“What, you’re already here? You didn’t just come here from far away and get some random water, did you?”
When Jegal Hyeonmong returned, Im Jun-gyu, who had just finished eating, noticed him like a ghost and approached him.
Jegal Hyeonmong, who was looking at Im Jun-gyu without thinking, suddenly saw that there was dirt on his hands.
And then I noticed what Lim Jun-gyu was going to do next.
“I’ll check. If the water we drink is even a little bit dirty, we’ll have to be prepared.”
Lim Jun-gyu approached Jegal Hyeon-mong with a sinister smile.
