In the hushed aftermath of the altercation, the medical building provided a sanctuary from the chaos that had unfolded. Gorm's battered form lay on a cot, a testament to the brutality he had endured. Apollyon, Otis, and Willard surrounded him, their faces etched with concern and relief as they waited for the arrival of a healer.

When a figure entered, the atmosphere seemed to shift, the weight of this presence carrying a sense of authority and skill. Gorm's disheveled appearance caught the figures attention immediately, and approached with a grace that was both calming and commanding.

"Welcome, young Tiros," her voice was like a gentle breeze, carrying with it a sense of reassurance and confidence.

"I am decurion Seraphina, skilled in the art of magical healing."

As Seraphina began her assessment on Gorm, Apollyon’s gaze remained fixated on her. His expression morphed from one of apprehension to one of awe as he observed her hands glowing with a soft, ethereal light. The tension in the room seemed to ease as her magic intertwined with the natural energies of healing, a mesmerizing dance of power and compassion.

Apollyon, with his knowledge drawn from countless hours spent poring over magical tomes and miscellaneous books, watched with a deep appreciation for the intricacies at play. While the others were taken aback by the revelation of magical healing, Apollyon's understanding was rooted in the theoretical realms he had explored in his reading. The magic that Seraphina wielded was not unknown to him, but witnessing its application in person was a different kind of marvel.

Seraphina's skill was evident as she worked, her hands moving with a grace that spoke of years of practice. The soft glow of her magic illuminated Gorm's injuries, and the room was suffused with an ethereal light that seemed to hold the promise of restoration.

As the healing magic took effect, Gorm's tense features began to relax, the lines of pain easing from his face. The wounds that had marred his skin started to mend, and the pain gradually subsided. The room was filled with a gentle radiance as Seraphina's magic wove its intricate patterns of restoration.

Apollyon's attention was drawn not to the healing itself, but to the reactions of his fellow contubernium members. Gorm's wide-eyed amazement, Otis's jaw-dropped astonishment, and Willard's look of profound relief were reflections of the impact Seraphina's abilities had on them. Gorm, who had been subjected to the brutality of the confrontation, now lay with eyes wide and disbelieving, his expression a mixture of wonder and amazement.

“Wow, magic!” all the three children seemed to say.

Apollyon's own reaction was more muted, his familiarity with magical healing tempering his astonishment. Instead, his focus shifted between Seraphina's skilled hands and the expressions of his fellow Tiros.

As Seraphina completed her healing, Gorm's breathing eased, his features now relaxed in the peace of recovery. The recruits exchanged a grateful look, their appreciation evident in their eyes. The moment was a unifying one, a shared experience that transcended the chaos they had just emerged from.

Seraphina's voice, calm and measured, cut through the air as she began to speak, her words carrying a subtle yet profound understanding of the healing process. "Bruises, contusions, and a few minor cuts," she listed off the injuries with a gentle tone, each word holding a weight that spoke of her intimate knowledge of the human body's vulnerabilities.

Gorm listened intently, his expression a mixture of curiosity and gratitude. The injuries she described were a reflection of the violence he had endured and hearing them recounted by Seraphina held a strange comfort—one that spoke of her expertise in both recognizing and addressing the physical toll that had been exacted.

Seraphina's fingers moved with a graceful precision, her hands hovering over Gorm's battered form as if following an invisible map of his injuries. Her words were woven with an understanding that went beyond mere medical jargon; they were infused with the kind of expertise that only came from years of practice and observation.

"The bruising will begin to fade," she continued, her tone reassuring as if she were speaking not only to Gorm but also to the injuries themselves.

"The pain will diminish as the body's natural processes are aided by the flow of healing magic." Her words held a sense of reassurance, a promise of relief that resonated deeply with Gorm's aching body.

As the recruits left the medical building, Seraphina's words continued to reverberate in their minds. For Apollyon, the encounter had offered a new layer of insight—a realization that the knowledge he had gained from books was not just theoretical. The magical healing, he had read about had been manifested in front of him, a reminder that the pages of ancient tomes held truths that could be harnessed in the world beyond the written word.

His journey of learning and exploration continued, his curiosity undiminished. Seraphina's role as a skilled healer and instructor was a testament to the practical application of the knowledge he had sought, and it fueled his determination to continue his own pursuit of mastery in the world of magic.

As Gorm, Otis, and Willard exited the medical building, their steps echoing down the corridor, Apollyon's gaze remained fixed on Seraphina. The soft radiance of the room seemed to dim slightly as he hesitated, a lingering curiosity holding him in place.

Clearing his throat, Apollyon took a step forward, his gaze meeting Seraphina's with a mixture of determination and respect. "Decurion Seraphina," he began, his voice steady and composed,

"My name is Apollyon."

Seraphina's eyes held a gentle understanding, her welcoming smile an invitation to continue. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Apollyon," she responded, her tone carrying a warmth that eased the tension that lingered in the air.

Apollyon nodded, his gaze briefly flickering to the remnants of the healing magic that still seemed to weave through the atmosphere. "I've spent a considerable amount of time studying magic," he confessed, his words thoughtful.

"I've read countless books, delved into theories, and tried to understand its intricacies."

The corners of Seraphina's lips curved upward, her appreciation for his dedication evident. "Knowledge is a valuable asset," she acknowledged, her words a validation of his efforts.

"But as you've likely realized, there are aspects of magic that can only be grasped through direct experience."

Apollyon nodded once more, his expression one of agreement. "Exactly," he replied, his tone eager but measured.

"Witnessing your use of healing magic today—seeing it in action—has opened my eyes to the potential beyond the words on paper."

Seraphina's gaze held a mixture of understanding and encouragement. "Magic is a vast and ever-evolving realm," she said, her voice carrying a sense of shared enthusiasm. "It's not merely about memorizing spells; it's about understanding the flow of energy, the connections between the magical and the mundane."

Apollyon's eyes brightened, a spark of excitement igniting within him. "I want to understand those connections," he admitted, his voice carrying a sense of purpose.

"I want to learn how to channel magic in ways that go beyond the surface."

Seraphina's smile deepened, a reflection of her shared passion for magic and its boundless potential. However, an unexpected hesitation flashed in her eyes—a flicker of uncertainty that she quickly masked. "Apollyon, while the pursuit of magic is admirable, it's important to remember that not everyone possesses the inherent ability to wield mana," she said carefully, her tone gentle yet cautious.

Apollyon's expression faltered for a moment, caught off guard by her words. He had not expected such a response, and a brief uncertainty crept into his features. "I understand," he replied, his voice subdued.

"But I want to learn as much as I can, regardless of my inherent abilities."

Seraphina's gaze held a mixture of sympathy and admiration. She was unaware of Apollyon's unique potential—his ability to harness mana—yet her caution was born from a genuine desire to guide him responsibly.

Apollyon's determination remained unwavering, fueled by the opportunity to learn from an experienced mentor who could help him bridge the gap between theory and practice.

Apollyon clarified, his voice carrying a note of curiosity. "I've heard that magic academies often restrict their disciples from sharing their taught techniques with strangers."

Seraphina nodded holding a mixture of agreement and understanding. "That is true," she acknowledged, her tone thoughtful. "The teachings and techniques we learn are often considered valuable and sacred knowledge. Sharing them beyond the confines of the academy is a decision that carries a great responsibility."

However, his determination pushed him to test the boundaries. "Decurion Seraphina," Apollyon began, his tone earnest,

"While I respect the restrictions that magic academies impose, is there a possibility that there are techniques, knowledge, or practices that may not fall under those restrictions?"

Seraphina's eyes held a flicker of surprise, her gaze meeting Apollyon's with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "What do you mean?" she inquired, her voice carrying a note of intrigue.

Apollyon's gaze held steady, his conviction unwavering. "I understand that there are certain techniques that are closely guarded if not all," he said, his words measured.

"But perhaps there are other avenues of magical study that remain untapped, ones that do not carry the same weight of academy regulations."

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Seraphina's expression shifted to one of contemplation, her brows furrowing slightly as she considered his words. "It's true that not all forms of magical knowledge are restricted in the same manner," she admitted, her tone thoughtful. "However, finding such paths requires careful consideration and a deep understanding of the broader magical landscape."

Apollyon's gaze held a spark of hope, a glimmer of determination that refused to fade. "I am willing to explore those paths," he said, his voice carrying a note of eagerness.

"I want to learn and grow, even if it means charting my own course through the world of magic."

Seraphina's smile returned, a mixture of admiration and respect evident in her gaze. "Your persistence and curiosity are admirable," she said, her words holding a sense of approval. "While I cannot promise specific techniques, I can offer guidance and insight into avenues that may not be as strictly regulated."

Apollyon's expression brightened, a renewed sense of purpose driving him forward. "That's all I ask for," he responded, his voice carrying a note of gratitude. "The opportunity to learn, to explore, and to uncover the mysteries of magic."

However, Seraphina's gaze held a touch of hesitation, a subtle shift in her demeanor that hinted at an unspoken concern.

"Apollyon," she began, her voice carrying a note of caution,

"There is one crucial aspect that determines the effectiveness of magical practice."

Apollyon's brows furrowed slightly, curiosity mingled with a touch of confusion. "What aspect is that?" he inquired, his voice tinged with intrigue.

Seraphina's gaze held a touch of reluctance, her words chosen with care. "The ability to wield mana," she stated, her tone gentle yet matter-of-fact.

"Without the inherent connection to mana, even the most intricate techniques may remain beyond reach."

Apollyon's expression shifted from curiosity to realization, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "You mean to say that regardless of my determination, if I don't have the ability to wield mana, I won't be able to perform magic?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of disappointment and understanding.

Seraphina's nod held a touch of empathy, her gaze meeting his with a sense of understanding. "That is correct, it still comes down to this point” she confirmed, her voice gentle yet honest.

"Mana is the essence that flows through all magical endeavours. Without a connection to it, the path to practicing magic is closed."

Apollyon's gaze lowered for a moment, a weight settling upon his shoulders as he absorbed her words.

As a heavy silence stretched between them, Apollyon's thoughts churned. Seraphina's willingness to share her insights and guidance had been a glimmer of hope, a beacon in the sea of uncertainty. He felt great trust within her words.

A resolute determination surged within him—a determination that transcended the boundaries of his own perceived limitations. With a deep breath, Apollyon raised his gaze once more, his eyes meeting Seraphina's with an unwavering resolve.

"Decurion Seraphina," he pleaded,

"I understand the significance of mana in magical practice. And while I respect the boundaries set by magical academies, I feel compelled to share something with you."

"What is it, Apollyon?" she inquired, her tone a blend of curiosity and concern.

Apollyon's gaze held a mixture of vulnerability and determination as he spoke the words, he had kept hidden.

"I possess the ability to wield mana," he admitted, his voice carrying a weight of both confession and revelation.

Seraphina's eyes widened slightly in surprise, her gaze locking onto Apollyon's as she absorbed his words. The significance of his revelation settled upon her, a realization that the path he sought to tread was not as obstructed as she had believed.

"You can wield mana?" Seraphina repeated, her voice a mixture of astonishment and curiosity.

Apollyon nodded, a small but confident smile gracing his lips. "Yes, I've always had a connection to mana, and I've spent a while honing that connection through my studies," he lied, his words carrying a sense of self-assuredness.

"I've read extensively about magical theories, practiced visualizations, and even experimented with minor magical exercises."

However, a cautious skepticism lingered within Seraphina, urging her to verify the authenticity of Apollyon's claim.

"Is that so…..," she began, her voice thoughtful,

"While your assertion is indeed compelling, the ability to wield mana is a significant aspect of magical practice only the gifted few can access. It's a connection that runs deep within an individual's essence. To confirm your claim, I would need to assess your mana directly."

Apollyon's expression remained earnest, his understanding of her skepticism evident. "I understand," he replied, his voice carrying a note of acceptance. "If you believe it's necessary to verify my connection to mana, I am willing to undergo whatever assessment you deem appropriate."

Seraphina nodded, "For this assessment, I will need to make physical contact with you," she explained, her voice measured. "Through touch, I can sense the flow of mana within an individual's body."

Apollyon's expression held a mixture of curiosity and readiness. "I'm prepared for that," he responded, his tone confident.

Seraphina approached him, her movements deliberate and purposeful. She extended her hand, her palm facing upward, and paused just inches away from Apollyon's chest.

"Apollyon, this will involve a direct connection to your magical essence," she explained, her voice carrying a gentle reassurance.

"It may feel unusual or slightly invasive”.

Apollyon met her gaze with a nod, his determination unwavering. "I understand," he affirmed, his voice steady. "I am prepared for whatever the assessment may reveal."

With a sense of focus, Seraphina closed the remaining distance and gently placed her hand against Apollyon's chest. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to attune to the subtle currents of mana that flowed within him.

Beneath her touch, she sensed the undeniable presence of mana—a unique and vibrant energy that pulsed within Apollyon's being. It was a connection that reached beyond the surface, weaving through his essence with a potency that spoke of his dedication to magical understanding.

After a brief pause, Seraphina withdrew her hand, her gaze meeting Apollyon's once more. "You do indeed possess a connection to mana," she said, her voice carrying a mixture of surprise and acknowledgment.

"Your claim was not unfounded."

Apollyon's expression held a sense of validation, his eyes bright with a mixture of relief and excitement. "I'm grateful that my connection to mana could be confirmed," he responded, his voice tinged with a note of gratitude.

Seraphina's smile held a touch of warmth, a reflection of her appreciation for his honesty and determination. "Your potential for magical practice is evident," she said, her tone carrying a sense of approval.

As the excitement of their conversation settled, Seraphina's curiosity got the better of her. She couldn't help but ask,

"Apollyon, the amount of mana you possess is truly remarkable. It's comparable to the natural magical prodigies I've encountered, individuals who exhibit an innate affinity for magic from a very young age."

Apollyon's expression shifted subtly, his smile softening as he met Seraphina's gaze. However, his response was veiled in evasion. "I've dedicated a significant portion of my life to studying magic," he said, his tone casual yet guarded. "Through practice, meditation, and exploration, I've sought to cultivate my connection to mana."

Seraphina's brows furrowed slightly, detecting the reluctance in his words. "Your commitment to learning is admirable," she replied, her tone thoughtful.

"However, the extent of your mana suggests a level of mastery that goes beyond conventional methods."

Apollyon's gaze held a mixture of sincerity and restraint. "There are aspects of my background that have contributed to my understanding of magic," he admitted, his words carefully chosen.

"Yet, as with any pursuit, there are some details that I prefer to keep private." He added meekly.

Seraphina's curiosity piqued further, her intrigue mingling with a sense of respect for his boundaries. "I understand the need for privacy," she acknowledged, her tone gentle.

"But your level of mana is remarkable, especially considering your simple background."

Apollyon's smile remained enigmatic, his eyes holding a hint of mystery. "Backgrounds can be deceiving," he said cryptically, his words carrying an air of secrecy.

"It's the pursuit of knowledge and the connection to magic that truly matter."

Seraphina nodded in understanding, sensing that there was more to his story than he was willing to reveal. His words hinted at a hidden narrative, a history that diverged from the expected norms of magical aptitude. She respected his choice to keep certain details to himself, recognizing that everyone carried their own burdens and secrets.

As the conversation flowed between them, Seraphina's expression took on a more thoughtful aspect. A question had been lingering at the back of her mind, one that deserved addressing, even if it might seem direct.

"Tiro," she began, her voice gentle yet authoritative,

"Your potential in magic is undeniable, and I believe that guiding you holds the promise of great rewards. But I can't help but wonder—” she paused.

“Why do you believe I should teach you? What motivates you to seek my mentorship?" she asked inquisitively.

Apollyon's gaze held a spark of conviction. "Decurion Seraphina," he said, his voice carrying a note of sincerity and powerlessness, "While my background may not align with the norm of magical apprentice, my connection to mana and my dedication to learning are genuine. I seek not just knowledge, but a chance to prove that potential can be found in unexpected places."

Seraphina's lips curved into a thoughtful smile. His words resonated with a sense of determination and purpose that she admired. "You wish to challenge preconceptions and carve your own path," she mused.

Apollyon's nod was firm. "Yes," he affirmed. "And if, through your guidance, I can unlock more of my potential and contribute to the realm of magic, it would be an achievement not only for me but for the idea that magic can be a force for change."

He paused for a moment, his gaze reflecting a depth of understanding beyond his years. "Additionally, I'm not blind to the realities of battles and the risks that come with them. The skills I hope to acquire under your guidance could potentially make a difference—not only in my life but in the lives of my comrades such as the incident earlier."

Seraphina's eyebrows raised slightly, her curiosity piqued by his mention of battles and comrades. "You're mindful of the dangers that accompany the use of magic in combat," she observed.

Apollyon nodded, his gaze steady. "Today I have borne witness to the toll battles can take no matter how minimal," he explained. "Injuries, both physical and emotional, are not uncommon. If I can contribute to minimizing those risks by gaining a better understanding of magic, it would be a worthy endeavour" he said boldly.

Seraphina's smile held a touch of appreciation for his foresight. "Your concern for your comrades is commendable," she said approvingly, her tone carrying a sense of respect.

Apollyon's expression held a mixture of humility and determination. "I believe that true strength lies not just in power, but in the responsible use of that power," he said, his voice carrying a weight of conviction.

"And that's why I seek your guidance, to ensure that I can contribute positively to any situation that arises" he mentioned slyly.

"Your perspective aligns well with the ideals of responsible magical practice," she acknowledged.

"If you remain committed to these principles and your dedication remains unwavering, I may be prepared to guide you on this journey."

However, even as she spoke, a lingering thread of uncertainty remained within her. While she was impressed by Apollyon's resolve and motivations, a part of her wondered if his words would translate into action. It was one thing to speak of dedication, but another to truly demonstrate it.

"Apollyon," she sighed,

"I can sense your determination, and I am willing to take a chance on you. However, I believe in actions speaking louder than words."

Apollyon's gaze met hers, his expression earnest. "I understand," he smirked, his voice steady.

A hint of a smile touched Seraphina's lips. "Here's a proposal," she said, her tone taking on a new note of intrigue.

"Instead of merely being my student, what if you became my assistant as well?"

Apollyon's brows furrowed slightly; surprise evident in his features.

"Your assistant?" he repeated, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty in his voice.

Seraphina's gaze held a mixture of challenge and encouragement. "Yes. You will continue to learn from me, but you will also assist me in various tasks related to magic, research, and teaching," she explained.

"This will allow you to prove your dedication through action, rather than just through words."

Apollyon's expression shifted from surprise to contemplation. "An assistant," he mused, his voice thoughtful.

"It's an opportunity to not only learn but to actively demonstrate my commitment" he thought aloud.

Seraphina's smile held a touch of satisfaction. "Exactly," she affirmed.

"If you're willing to take on this role and prove your resolve through your actions, then I am willing to guide you and teach you everything that is permissible."

Apollyon's gaze met hers, a renewed determination in his eyes. "I accept your proposal, Decurion Seraphina," he said, his voice carrying a sense of readiness.

"I am prepared to learn, to assist, and to demonstrate through actions that my dedication is genuine" he concluded flashing a hidden smile.

With their agreement in place, Apollyon and Seraphina solidified their partnership in a unique and meaningful way.