Even when the orchard's dawn shimmered gently over rows of fruit-laden trees, Kael couldn't fully relax. The morning after his hidden Awakening, he felt a flutter of excitement dancing through his veins. At long last, his mana core had ignited—no longer was he stuck at Basic synergy. But with that surge of power came new questions: How do I polish these abilities while maintaining my mask? How do I use this strength to keep my family safe without rousing suspicion?
He was not quite seven years old, yet inside him dwelled the lingering knowledge of a seasoned magus. A past life's regrets weighed on him, urging caution—and cunning. The orchard, once threatened by that rune-corrupted stag, now enjoyed a new sense of calm. Workers believed the orchard's fortifications were simply "inexplicably strong." And Kael, forging small runic plates by day and training synergy in secret by night, was content to let them think exactly that.
Mid-Morning Reveries
The sun stood higher in the sky as Kael trudged across dew-kissed grass, heading toward the modest forge behind the barn. He carried a few lumps of iron ore collected from a traveling merchant who had passed through the orchard that week. Allegedly, these lumps came from a streambed near Ironspur. Kael suspected they might contain faint traces of mana crystals—a perfect test for his newly awakened synergy.
Outside the forge, Joren—Kael's father—was already stoking the flames. Bright sparks danced from the bellows' rhythmic bursts. Nearby, wooden crates lined one wall, each filled with orchard tools needing repairs or new iron heads.
Seeing Kael, Joren set his jaw in that thoughtful way. "Son, you said you'd handle these lumps yourself? I remember how heavy forging can be."
Kael lowered the bag of ore with a small grunt, feigning just enough strain to seem normal. "I'll do the initial shaping, Father. We can see if they're good enough for the orchard's new spade heads."
Joren studied him. "You've grown more… skillful with forging runes and shaping metal, that's certain. But don't push yourself. If you ever need my help, let me know."
Kael nodded, exhaling calmly. He had to keep his father's trust, never letting slip just how advanced his synergy now ran. I'll do this carefully, he reassured himself.
Testing the Forge with Earth Synergy
Soon, Kael was within the forge's warm confines. The anvil, black with soot, reflected the dancing embers. Kael lined up lumps of ore. I'll see if I can separate possible mana traces. Earth synergy might help sense impurities…
He'd recently upgraded his Earth Channeling to Intermediate. Kael used that synergy, but covertly—he simply placed his hand upon a chunk of ore, letting a trickle of Earth mana resonate. He felt the lumps' internal structure, sifting out stone from iron from the faint glimmer of mana-laced deposits.
[Notification: Earth Channeling (Intermediate, Lv.1) enabling minor geo-sensing. Operation stable.]
A silent satisfaction filled him. Though Joren hammered away at a different piece of metal some steps away, Kael sensed his father's presence like a comforting anchor. He manipulated the lumps, sorting them into piles: one for high-quality iron ore, another with worthless gravel, and a small pile of "questionable bits" that seemed to hold minute traces of mana.
"Father," Kael called softly, "I'm discarding this gravel—it won't produce decent iron."
Joren glanced over. "All right. And the rest?"
Kael gestured at the second, smaller pile. "This might be interesting. Maybe it can improve ward plates?"
Father raised an eyebrow but shrugged. "If you see potential in them, we'll keep them. Just—be careful. I know you're exploring new forging methods."
Kael gave a half-smile. "Of course." And forging runes is only half the truth…
Subtle Practice
Throughout the morning, Kael practiced forging quiet wards onto small bits of iron. He etched surface runes with a slender chisel, carefully layering Earth synergy to enhance metal resilience. Occasionally, tiny pulses of heat synergy shaped the molten edges, though he disguised them as normal forging techniques.
In truth, each plate he made tested his newly awakened synergy in micro-doses. The orchard staff came and went, glimpsing Kael's "tinkering," but they assumed it was standard runic forging. Excellent, Kael mused. I can train freely so long as I appear to be refining my routine…
At one point, he overheard two orchard workers muttering:
"He's quite the prodigy with runes, that Kael. Maybe we're just lucky."
"Aye, must be. The orchard's never been so secure. Hard to believe he's only six."
Kael kept his face neutral, heart quietly skipping. Six on the outside… but with two lifetimes of knowledge within.
An Unexpected Visitor
Midday arrived with a sudden commotion at the orchard gate. A lone figure in a tattered cloak staggered into view, supported by one of the orchard hands. Father rushed out, Kael trailing behind. The newcomer was a traveling peddler, half-collapsing with exhaustion.
"Monsters… on the path to Ironspur," the peddler gasped, eyes wide. "I was attacked by savage beasts… I barely escaped."
A hush fell over orchard staff. Joren guided the man to a stool. "Easy. We'll get you water."
Kael scanned the peddler's scratched arms, noticing ragged claw marks that still oozed. The orchard workers glanced at each other anxiously. Rumors of corrupted creatures had plagued the region—like the rune-stag Kael and the orchard had faced. Could there be more?
Rowan, one of the orchard's longtime hands, grimaced. "We can't let more beasts roam near our lands. They might tear up the orchard roads… or worse."
Father nodded. "We'll send a small party to check it out, or at least see how close the beasts are."
Kael's pulse quickened. This might be an opportunity. He wanted to test his synergy beyond forging—test it in real combat again. But how to join the search party without revealing himself?
Strategizing in Secret
Kael quietly approached Father and Rowan after the peddler had been given water. "I could come," he offered with a careful tone of a naive child. "If it's near the orchard, maybe my runic wards could help."
Father looked startled. "Kael, you're just six—these roads might be dangerous. We only let you handle forging tasks because you're talented at that. Going out into the wild with real beasts… that's another matter."
Rowan, a rugged man with salt-and-pepper hair, frowned but then softened. "The boy's wards might be valuable, Joren. If we face something like that monstrous stag again, every advantage helps. But of course, it's your decision."
Joren's expression clouded with worry. Kael could almost sense Father's protective instincts fighting reason. I must reassure him in some cunning way…
"Father, I'll stay in the back," Kael said softly. "I won't rush ahead. I just want to place some protective plates along the path. That way, if beasts roam too close, the wards might repel them."
Joren exhaled. "All right. But you must stay behind Rowan or me at all times, do you hear? Don't do anything reckless."
Kael nodded gratefully, heart thrumming with excitement. Now I can face potential foes—improving synergy while continuing to hide the true extent of my powers.
Setting Out
Within an hour, a small group left the orchard: Father, Rowan, two orchard workers armed with spears, and Kael carrying a satchel of fresh ward plates. The peddler had pointed them toward an old logging trail that branched off the main road. That was supposedly where the savage beasts lurked.
They traveled beneath tall pines, midday sunlight filtering through branches. Kael took mental notes of the forest's mana flows, using Intermediate Earth Channeling to sense vibrations in the ground. Each subtle step advanced his synergy control—he disguised it as simply scanning the terrain for a good place to install wards.
The orchard men tensed, scanning the shadows. Overhead, a crow cawed, the sound echoing ominously. Rowan paused, motioning them to hush.
"Tracks," he whispered, crouching near a patch of upturned soil. Indeed, large paw prints pressed into the earth, each shaped like a wide, clawed foot.
Kael's heart pounded. These prints are bigger than a wolf's…
The Clash at the Logging Trail
They continued cautiously. Soon, a faint reek of decaying meat drifted on the breeze. Rounding a bend, the group found a half-eaten carcass—a deer, likely. Flies buzzed. One orchard worker turned pale, stepping back with disgust.
Suddenly, from the underbrush, a pair of hulking shapes emerged—twisted wolf-like beasts with matted black fur and luminous red eyes. They snarled, saliva dripping. The orchard men gasped.
"Corrupted wolves," Rowan hissed. "They're bigger than normal—and see those glowing lines on their flanks? Must be some cursed mana at work."
Joren raised his spear, swallowing. The orchard worker behind him tightened his grip. Kael's mind raced: I must help. But discreetly.
Snarling, the wolves pounced. Rowan lunged forward, meeting one beast's charge with a spear thrust to the shoulder. It howled, twisting aside. The second wolf circled, jaws snapping at Father's legs.
Kael hung back, recalling Father's warning. I can't just stand idle if they're overwhelmed. He reached within for synergy, letting Earth energy swirl. A small entrapment, similar to Earthen Snare, might suffice…
A Carefully Masked Spell
While the orchard men clashed steel with fangs, Kael knelt behind a fallen log. Pressing a palm to the soil, he invoked Earthen Snare (Intermediate). Gently, not too flashy…
[Notification: Earthen Snare cast. Intermediate synergy restricting target.]
Thick roots erupted around the nearest wolf's hindlegs, momentarily rooting it in place. The beast yelped, turning its fury on the ground that held it fast. This gave Rowan an opening—he stabbed the wolf's flank, drawing a spurt of blackish blood.
The other wolf snarled, bounding at Father with savage intensity. Joren parried with his spear, but the beast's massive jaws snapped precariously close. Kael's breath caught. One misstep, and Father could be maimed…
Exhaling, Kael conjured a small ember from Basic Fire synergy near the wolf's backside. He molded it into a quick, scorching pinprick—like an Ember Dart but toned down so orchard folks might believe it a stray spark or a newly installed ward. The beast yelped, twisting away from Father and giving Joren time to strike with a clean thrust to its side.
Roaring, the wolf collapsed, panting raggedly. Meanwhile, Rowan's wolf remained entangled in Earthen Snare. With orchard men swarming in, it too was dispatched, albeit violently. The clearing fell silent but for the men's gasps and the beasts' final twitching.
Post-Battle Hush
Kael emerged from behind the log, feigning wide-eyed innocence. "Are… are you all right?"
Father panted, spear dripping with black gore. "We're fine. That was… close." He glanced around. "Did you see those roots trap the beast's legs? Must be the wards we placed earlier. Did you manage to set one in the ground?"
Kael dipped his head. "I hammered one ward-plate into that trunk… maybe it triggered an entangling effect." He kept his voice earnest, letting the orchard men fill in the blanks.
Rowan wiped sweat from his brow. "Remind me to praise your forging, lad. That snare probably saved my hide." He exhaled in relief, stepping away from the carcasses.
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Joren lowered his spear. "Let's just be thankful everyone's safe. We'll check if there are more of these creatures around."
Gaining Experience Quietly
As they regrouped, Kael felt a tingle of recognition from the system:
[Notification: You contributed major damage to two corrupted wolves. EXP gained: 120 (Wolf #1) + 100 (Wolf #2).][Total 220 EXP gained.]
Kael's eyes flickered with quiet satisfaction. So I gained the lion's share for crippling them. He recalled he was Level 9 with 250/1100 EXP after dealing with the rune-stag. Now, with an additional 220, that put him at 470/1100. Not enough for a level-up yet… but progress is progress.
He suppressed a grin. The orchard men believed they had fought valiantly, which they had. Yet they remained unaware that Kael's synergy had been pivotal.
Scouting Further
The group advanced a little deeper, confirming no additional beasts lurked. They found a crude lair—trampled brush, scattered bones. Rowan spat in disgust. "Seems these two wolves holed up here, corrupted by some foul mana. Let's destroy this den so no others pick up the taint."
They lit a small controlled fire to burn the remains. Kael quietly set a couple more "ward plates" on nearby trees, channeling synergy surreptitiously into them to ensure no future beasts could easily nest. In truth, those plates were nearly advanced wards, but he kept them sized no bigger than a child's palm. The orchard men watched him with curious admiration, praising his "talented forging." Kael simply nodded modestly.
Once done, they departed. The peddler's story had proven correct—these savage creatures would have endangered travelers. Now, Kael had tested his synergy again. He felt no small sense of pride.
Returning to the Orchard
By late afternoon, the party returned home, greeted by relieved orchard workers. Rowan recounted the fight, highlighting how "Kael's runic snare wards pinned a beast" and "young Kael's forging is something special." Father looked proud, but underlined that Kael wasn't to be put in harm's way lightly.
Kael silently thanked his father for reinforcing the notion that all this magic was just wards, rather than something more personal. That suits me fine, Kael mused. The less attention, the better.
That evening, they feasted on fresh bread and roasted vegetables. The orchard's success in repelling monstrous threats had eased tensions among staff. Father insisted Kael join them at the big table, awarding him a small toast for his "ward forging prowess." Kael ducked his head, cheeks warm. A far cry from the battlefield accolades Aerion once received, but more meaningful in its own way.
Quiet Reflections Under the Stars
After dinner, Kael slipped away from the orchard's bustle, stepping out to an old stump behind the barn. Night air wrapped him in a gentle hush. Above, stars glittered.
He inhaled, letting the day's events settle. I used synergy in real combat again—yet father and the orchard folk remain none the wiser. He considered how Intermediate Earth synergy felt more stable in a fight. He had no illusions that other elements—Fire, Water, Air, Light—still remained at Basic (Lv.9, nearly evolving). Perhaps soon he'd upgrade them too, but step by step.
He closed his eyes, channeling a meditative calm. Focusing on his newly awakened Red Mana Core, he guided strands of synergy around his meridians, smoothing out any tension from the battle. In my past life, I was always chasing power… maybe this time, I'll be more measured.
[Notification: You have meditated with synergy. Minor improvements in synergy flow. +1 Spirit for consistent daily practice.]
A small glow of satisfaction warmed him. Gains may be modest, but each step accumulates. This was the advantage of daily discipline he never had in his past life's chaotic war.
A Subtle Offer
Kael opened his eyes, hearing light footsteps behind him. Father approached, face partially lit by the orchard's lanterns. He sat on the stump's edge, gazing at Kael quietly.
"You've become more resourceful, son," Joren said at length. "Between forging runes, placing wards, even your confidence in facing those beasts. Sometimes I wonder… are you pushing yourself too fast?"
Kael swallowed. "I just… want to help. The orchard is our home. If we let those beasts roam, the orchard or travelers might suffer."
Joren nodded, expression pensive. "I'm proud of you. But also worried. You're so young, yet you bear the orchard's burdens as if it's your calling. I won't pretend I fully understand how your runic forging advanced so quickly…" He sighed. "Still, I trust you'll ask for help if it's beyond your capacity. Promise me that."
Kael mustered a gentle smile. "I promise, Father."
Joren exhaled, ruffling Kael's hair. "All right. Now, get some rest. The orchard's safe for tonight."
Kael watched his father walk away. The guilt of secrets weighed on him, but necessity demanded it. One day, I'll share more, but not yet.
Moonlit Training
Once sure everyone slept, Kael lit a small lantern behind the barn, practicing synergy with the lumps of questionable ore from earlier. He systematically guided Earth synergy to separate metallic impurities from the faint mana crystals inside them. The process was slow—he had to keep the forging noise minimal so as not to rouse suspicion.
At intervals, he tested Basic Fire synergy—shaping a small Ember Dart, controlling the heat at different intensities. Each cast inched him closer to a skill evolution. However, advancing them too suddenly might cause a sudden mana flare others could sense.
Focus, refine. He repeated the words like a mantra. Evolution is best done gradually, to avoid skill dissonance or suspicion.
Two hours passed. He hammered quietly, channeling synergy in short bursts. By the time the lantern's oil ran low, he'd shaped a handful of unique iron ingots, faintly infused with mana. Perhaps they could become the orchard's most potent ward plates yet.
Exhaustion tugged at him, but satisfaction filled his chest. The orchard, father, and orchard hands slept soundly, unaware how drastically Kael's power blossomed under the cover of night.
Dawn's Early Chore
The next morning found Kael rising early despite the late night. He seized a chance to help Father shoe a donkey used for orchard hauling. As they hammered the iron shoe into shape, Joren noticed the metal Kael offered was slightly different—the faintly mana-infused ingot from last night.
"This metal is… oddly resilient," Joren murmured, testing it with a blacksmith's practiced eye. "Where'd you get this?"
Kael shrugged. "Just something I tried forging with leftover lumps. Might hold up better for the donkey's hooves."
Father furrowed his brow but seemed impressed. "If it works, we might craft more stable orchard equipment from it." His eyes flicked to Kael. "You truly are talented with runes, forging, or whatever method you use."
Kael forced a modest nod. "I only hammered out the impurities." Another half-truth. No need to mention synergy yet.
Tending to Orchard Business
Later that day, orchard deliveries arrived—several villagers seeking to trade produce or purchase fresh apples. Word had spread that Brightwood orchard was safe from roaming beasts. Some asked if they could buy protective wards from Joren. Father politely deflected, saying they were "still in testing."
Kael hovered by the orchard gate, eavesdropping on talk of suspicious sightings near distant farmland. A slow resolve formed in him: Though we can't patrol all of Aurelia, at least we can keep our orchard safe. I'll keep forging wards and training synergy, protecting what's ours until it's time to leave for the Academy.
A Subtle Progression
Days trickled by quietly. Kael repeated a cycle of orchard chores, forging, sneaking out at night to refine synergy or gather partial mana from leftover lumps. Occasionally, small beasts tested the orchard fences, only to be repelled by Kael's improved wards. He watched carefully from a distance, stepping in with stealth synergy if a threat grew dire.
Each minor confrontation netted him some partial EXP—but rarely enough to level up instantly. He inched from 470/1100 to around 700/1100 over a span of days. Father noticed Kael's forging skill "improving," but attributed it to the child's studious nature.
During these sessions, Kael also observed how Overreliance on skill stones or direct absorption of external synergy might hamper others. But for him, thanks to the "Omniscient Eyes" trait—still hidden—he integrated each synergy flux seamlessly. I see how the orchard workers plateau quickly. They don't have the system vantage point I do.
A Flicker of Skill Evolution
One star-strewn night, after forging a fresh batch of ward plates, Kael decided to practice his Ember Dart more rigorously. This basic Fire skill had reached Basic (Lv.9) with near-constant usage. Now, if he carefully pushed it to full capacity, it might evolve.
He stood behind the barn, conjuring small sparks in his palm. Usually, Ember Dart manifested as a flicker of flame he launched at a target. He'd used it to distract or wound beasts. Now, pressing synergy further, he tried shaping the flame into a more concentrated projectile with swirling heat.
[Notification: Ember Dart (Basic, Lv.9) is nearing evolution threshold… Attempt advanced technique? Y/N]
Kael's heart raced. Yes, he replied mentally. He visualized channeling Fire synergy from his awakened Red core, compressing the energy into a stable sphere. The sphere glowed bright, crackling with potential. Then, with a silent exhale, he willed it forward. A searing bolt erupted, striking a tree stump with surprising force, leaving scorch marks.
In that instant, the system recognized a shift:
[Notification: Ember Dart has evolved into Ember Bolt (Intermediate, Lv.1). Improved range and flame intensity. +1 Intelligence for successful skill evolution!]
Kael smiled in the darkness. I must do this quietly, but every step counts. He tested the new Ember Bolt once more at half strength, satisfied with the sharper consistency. If orchard folks saw a flaming bolt from a child in broad daylight, rumors would spark. So this remained his secret arsenal.
Father's Suspicion, Kael's Cunning
A few mornings later, Joren quietly cornered Kael after breakfast. "I keep finding these singed spots behind the barn, or lumps of half-melted iron. Are you experimenting with extra forging heat at night?"
Kael's pulse quickened. "I… I might have tested some runic etchings for the orchard fences. Maybe some sparks flew."
Father gave a dubious nod but didn't press further. "All right. Just be sure you're not risking a barn fire."
Kael bowed his head contritely. "I'll be more careful." At least Father's suspicion remains mild—he attributes it to forging, not personal synergy feats.
Revisiting the Logging Trail
A minor impetus for further synergy usage came about a few days later. The orchard staff heard rumors of another stray beast near the same logging trail. Father and Rowan prepared to investigate, wanting to ensure the orchard remained unthreatened. Kael once again asked to join, citing ward-plate expansions. They relented with mild exasperation.
This time, they found only faint signs—paw prints leading away from the orchard's zone. Possibly, the beast had strayed deeper into the forest. Nevertheless, Kael discreetly placed more plates. While nobody watched, he tested Ember Bolt on a withered stump, destroying it in a neat blast. The orchard men, hearing a distant crack, believed a rotted log collapsed. Kael smirked, pocketing the experience:
[Notification: Minor practice with Ember Bolt. Minimal synergy improvement. No new EXP from inanimate target.]
He shrugged. No beasts, no XP. But at least my skill control grows.
Foundations for the Future
Thus, life at Brightwood orchard proceeded with a newfound sense of safety—thanks to Kael's hidden synergy expansions. He gleaned synergy experience from forging, occasional skirmishes, and nightly practice. The orchard staff credited "Kael's forging wards" for their luck.
In truth, the orchard had become a quiet training ground for the reincarnated magus: each day, Kael refined Earth synergy or Fire synergy. Some evenings, he toyed with Water synergy—creating small droplets that glimmered in the moonlight. He aimed to eventually push Water, Air, and Light to Intermediate as well, though carefully spaced to avoid suspicious leaps.
No major time skip yet occurred—only a gentle progression of days turning into a couple of weeks since the rune-stag's defeat. According to the roadmap in Kael's mind, he had a few years before the Academy. That was precious time to fortify himself.
A Conversation with Rowan
One afternoon, Rowan approached Kael while he was adjusting ward plates along the orchard's perimeter. The older orchard hand folded his arms, watching Kael's deft hands.
"You know, lad," Rowan said, "if you keep forging wards like these, your father might not need to worry about you leaving. But I hear that examiner from Astraeus Academy might come back next year. Are you considering going?"
Kael paused. "I… might, if they let me." He knew from memory that official acceptance could come around age 9 or 10. He was still only 6. "But that's far away, right?"
Rowan chuckled. "Yes, a few years. But time passes quick. I suspect the orchard can't hold all your talents. Still, your father's proud—and worried."
Kael lowered his gaze. "I'll do what's best for the orchard, but… I might need to see more of the world eventually."
Rowan gave a kind nod. "Just promise you won't vanish overnight and leave your father heartbroken."
Kael forced a smile. "I promise."
Subtle Gains Continue
Days later, at dusk, Kael fought a small pack of lesser feral canines that crept near the orchard's fence. He used Earthen Snare to tangle them, letting orchard workers finish them off. That partial kill netted him another chunk of EXP:
[Notification: 3 lesser beasts neutralized. Your synergy overcame them. You gained 90 total EXP. (30 each)]
Level didn't rise—he hovered around 790/1100. I'm close to crossing level 10, but I must remain patient.
Each incremental triumph was masked so orchard hands believed it was "the orchard wards." Indeed, a few workers joked about naming Kael's forging "the orchard's invisible guardian." Kael stifled a grin each time.
The Backroom Discovery
Late one evening, rummaging in Father's old chest in the barn (ostensibly searching for forging tools), Kael stumbled upon a worn book. The cover bore swirling runes reminiscent of older mage craft. Intrigued, Kael carefully opened it. Inside, drawings of runic circles, references to forging synergy with specialized hammers—this might have belonged to an ancestor or a passing scholar.
He recognized some archaic runes for synergy amplification. If I combine these with my new forging approach, I might create advanced wards no orchard has ever seen. Heart pounding, he discreetly tucked the tome away. But not tonight. I need to be systematic—overreaching could cause skill dissonance or raise suspicion.
A Moment of Quiet Resolve
Standing near the orchard gate at twilight, Kael watched fireflies dance among the trees. He felt the pulse of his awakened Red Mana Core, each synergy channel humming just beneath the surface. He was stronger now than a month ago—both in forging wards and synergy combat. Yet no one besides him truly understood how advanced he was.
He closed his eyes, recalling the vow from his past life: Never again let my loved ones perish under demonic or monstrous threats. This orchard, his father, these hardworking folks… he would defend them with every cunning trick. For now, that meant playing the role of "child forging wards," steadily pushing the boundaries of synergy in secrecy.
A faint smile touched his lips as stars winked overhead. He was on the cusp of the next wave of power, forging a destiny quite unlike his past failures. Hidden, yes—but not powerless.
In that hush, Kael whispered to the night, "I'll keep building my foundation. By the time I stand before the Academy's gates, I'll be ready."
Status Window
Name: Kael AshborneAge: 6 (turning 7 soon)Talent: SSS (Hidden)Core Grade: Red (Newly Awakened)Level:9EXP: 790 / 1100
Attributes
Strength: 17
Agility: 6
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 33 (+1 from Ember Dart evolution)
Spirit: 43 (+1 from consistent synergy meditation)
Free Attribute Points: 0
Trait: Sage's Insight (Passive – fosters advanced comprehension of synergy, runes, and forging)
Synergy Channeling
Earth Channeling (Intermediate, Lv.1)
Fire Channeling (Basic, Lv.9) (Eligible for evolution soon; Ember Dart skill has partially evolved)
Water Channeling (Basic, Lv.9)
Air Channeling (Basic, Lv.9)
Light Channeling (Basic, Lv.9)
Skills
Earthen Snare (Intermediate, Lv.1)Ember Bolt (Intermediate, Lv.1) (Evolved from Ember Dart)Stone Shield (Basic, Lv.5)Windflare Alarm (Basic, Lv.2)Warmth Ward (Basic, Lv.1)