Kon

My birth was unnatural. I was a pure mana spirit. Spirits are not dead people, btw. They’re similar to elementals, but instead of elements they have mana types. Lots of different ones, too. I’m not going to list them.

Pure mana spirit. I was born as one, against the odds. It seems that pure mana spirits are one of the rarer types of spirits to be, accompanied by time, space, and death spirits.

Of course, there were none of those in my village.

Lots of other types, though.

Like Earth and Fire. And Water.

And Lightning.

Etc.

My mother, Teresse, is known as ‘The Lazy Goddess of Chaos’. She has talent in ruining things, especially spells. She’s a Vibration Spirit.

My father, Dusk, is known as ‘The Unmotivated Paladin’. He has talent in killing undead and healing people. He’s a Light Spirit.

I refuse to ask how these types managed to combine in such a way to create a pure mana spirit.

Instead, I shall tell you about what I did with my life.

Now, since I have a natural disposition that refuses to work, and I barely managed to write this, I’m sure you can imagine how I lived.

That’s right, I became the best shield in the village.

Mana is an extension of the mind. When I heard this, I immediately thought of using it to pick up things from around the room without moving. It’s the best gift for a lazy person.

But, with a strange burst of motivation, I decided to ask how shielding spells worked. Attacking was too much effort in party systems, so defense seems like the better way to go. As a pure mana spirit, I was unable to cast any spells, anyway.

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The response to my question was: “Mana learns as it’s hit by things. Hit by swords, it’s more resistant to slashes. Stab it, and it’s more resistant to stabs.”

Well, it was longer, but it’s too much effort. You get the point.

Heh. Point. Stab. Heh.

Anyway, I decided to become a shield. Since I was pure mana, it was easy to manipulate, so I formed a plate with it and asked somebody to shoot it with as many spells as they could.

They happened to be a Lightning Spirit, so I became resistant to Lightning attacks. That plate was torn in two with a spark when it started, since it was very weak, no element in it.

But now, this Lightning Spirit that became my training partner is unable to break it, no matter how much she tries.

I feel accomplished.

But then she brought her boyfriend, a water elemental. I guess it’s his conductivity that draws her to him?

Heh. Conductivity. Draws her to him. Heh.

But when he came by, he shot a drop of water at my shield, and it broke. I reformed it quickly, having become adept at that over time.

He broke it again.

A thought came to mind, and I formed the plate once more. As his water hit it, I formed one behind it, with my strengthened mana.

And when the water tore through that one too, I continued.

In the few seconds it had taken for that bit of water to hit the ground, I’d managed five shields.

I smirked at him, and he became my second training partner.

With five shields each water attack, it took him a fifth of the time his girlfriend had to become unable to break my shield.

Then, his friend came.

This was a village of spirits. Everyone knew everyone else through two circles, max. Any two people would either be friends, or friends of friends.

So, there was a chain.

Lightning.

Water.

Iron (Slashing, Thrusting, Blunt).

Earth.

Fire.

Vibrations.

Acid.

Pressure.

Gravity.

Blood.

Ice.

Air.

Pure mana.

I ended it with myself. But I was unable to continue my train here. When I attacked my shield, I broke through it. My shield got stronger, but so did my attack. I resummon both of them, and it’s the same result.

I aimed for Absolute Defence, but I accidentally became Absolute Attack as well.

Not much I can do about it. Nobody’ll know either of them, after all. My motivation lies buried deep within me. I want to sleep.

I want nothing but to do only what I want.

“So, we decided to send you to school.”

These words from my mother took that and broke that desire over her knee.

“Do you even have the money?” This question was not out of concern. It was a hope. A hope that my desires may still be fulfilled.

“Mmh. Got some a while back. It’s good. You’re going at five.” But no.

My desires. Give me the ability to live the life I want.

I didn’t argue. It would have been a wasted effort.

“Btw, if you get good grades in school, I’ll let you do what you want. But you have to do the extra three years too.”

My motivation, buried within me, stirred. But it settled down soon afterwards. Good grades? That’s not something I’ll need motivation for.

Spirits are, as a basic fact, more capable of difficult mental processes. Their very bodies are made of an extension of their mind, after all.

So, There’s little left to do but simply live through school. Hopefully it’s just as I imagine. Anything physical, I’d like to be left out of.