Inside Alexander's laboratory/office stood a bunny-kin, donning a lovely summer dress. Blue eyes and black hair, with a cute flower in her hair but her mimic said something different: She looked stricken with a horsewhip in her hand. Beside her was Aro, smiling.
Her voice was high-pitched and very solemn, "Mr. Alexander, I wish you a good day. I am Anastasia I. Ramputt. I will be your teacher from this day onward."
Her ears were a little short and standing up, while her tail fluff came slightly through what looked to Alexander like a little hole in her dress.
The puppy stood up, surprised to see not the fairy he awaited but some bunny-kin. He was experimenting with Ocilia on spells he wanted to try out where she could use her thread skills.
Both looked tired, and the room looked like the word tidiness was banned. It was a typical day for both of them.
Alexander straightened up and looked at Aro, very confused, "Hey? So, I thought Green would be my teacher..." he pointed at her, "Who is she?"
Before Aro could answer, the whip snapped against the table, and Anastasia was speaking, slightly angered, "First of all, this is not how you introduce yours..." her voice stopped. She became startled, her ears dropping as she watched what her new student did, "...wh... what are you doing?!"
As the first snap came with the horsewhip, Alexander became serious and conjured multiple icicles around him. He looked at her like he could kill her at any moment and was ready to do it.
His voice transferred his killing intent, "If you even touch me with the whip, I will pierce you like a pincushion."
Anastasia was baffled and took a step back. She looked at Aro, who only sighed, 'How can he be so calm?! I AM ABOUT TO DIE!'
She had never had such a situation in all of her life where a student could actually threaten her life. Yes, they tried, but mainly were too young and inexperienced.
One glance at the spell was enough for her that Alexander, her new student, conjured to let her danger sense scream at her to run away.
Aro took a step forward, "Mr. Alexander, the lady found through your great grandparents someone who could teach you etiquette and other classes, so you have the fundamental skillset that a noble needs..."
The head butler looked back and saw how Alexander's new teacher was frightened, and back at him, who slowly dissolved his magic, "...it was on a short note, and we had no time to inform you... Ah! Also, Green will come later, so don't worry about her."
The head butler also talked about how she was also the teacher for his siblings and was very trustworthy.
Alexander analyzed her, and Anastasia didn't like it. She felt literally like a bunny before a wolf who sniffed her, thinking if she would make a good snack.
In the end, Alexander calmed down, thinking pragmatically, 'Why not? If I want to talk to other nobles, I need to learn their way if I don't want to come off like a county pumpkin... but the problem is this whip.'
The puppy shrugged, "Fine with me, as long as she doesn't use the horsewhip against me."
Anastasia tried to straighten herself while trying to suppress her fear, remembering his parents, 'He is like his father. He is a beast through and through. The only difference is that he can do magic and is, most likely, highly intelligent... I don't know which is worse: A dumb beast or an intelligent one.'
She took a step forward, looking deep into his eyes. It took everything not to flinch, "Don't worry, Mr. Alexander, the whip serves only as a learning tool, to produce a sound to gather your attention, so to say..." she cleared her throat, "I despise violence as a learning tool, especially against children."
Alexander smiled and answered her in a cheerful voice, trying to sound nobler, "Great! Then I will apologize for my conduct where I tried to use violence against Ms. Anastasia..." he took a step forward and bowed slightly, "...then, let's begin anew. Hello, Ms. Anastasia, and I hope for good cooperation."
This 180 switch surprised Anastasia, also how he conducted himself, 'Rough, but a good start... but he is lying, his tail is still...'
She thought she would again get someone like his sisters, who she could barely hammer in the basics. Only his brother was a natural talent and interested in her lessons. Still, he was more interested in the administration aspect of a noble, but Alexander could really be a rough gem.
She smiled inwardly, already trying to push back the memory of almost getting killed by a child.
She cleared her throat again, "Hm, very well..." as she looked around the room, a frown started to build, barely visible. "...how about a room change, Mr. Alexander? This room is rather... crammed."
Alexander looked around and couldn't really disagree with her. The room looked terrible. He nodded towards her, "Sounds good, please follow me, Ms. Anastasia..." as he took a couple of steps, he looked back at Ocilia, "...while I have my class, you will learn what air is exactly, you can find my notes... somewhere. Good luck."
...
Inside another clean room
"Mr. Alexander, what do you think I will teach you?" as she said it, she wanted to use her horsewhip on the blackboard behind her but decided against it, as she valued her life, 'by all what is worth. I get at least paid so much, I can live the next five years in luxury.'
Alexander sat in front of her and felt again like a student and remembered something buried in his mind, 'I hated school.'
He loved studying when he studied what he wanted, but school was not a buffet. There was no choice. Thus he needed to force himself through, 'I hope the topics will be interesting.'
The student sat straight, "Hm, maybe etiquette and history?"
Anastasia chuckled and straightened herself, "Mr. Alexander, if it was all, I would be highly overpaid, but no..." she shook her head, "...we will learn so much more."
Alexander asked curiously, thinking it could become interesting, "What will..."
The teacher interrupted him, "Mr. Alexander, please raise your hand if you have any questions."
He forced a smile, 'Right, there was also this....' he raised his hand, and his teacher nodded to him, "What will you, Ms. Anastasia, teach me exactly?"
She went to the blackboard, took the chalk, and started to write down precisely what topics they would be having for the following years.
Alexander needed to admit that her calligraphy was excellent... actually, as he watched her closely, her posture was also perfect. Her clothes were a legére, but it was a typical style. His sisters told him that since their fief is in a warm region, similar to a savanna, clothing like this was worn by younger women.
He found himself drifting away into thoughts like in his school days, 'She looks really good... wait...' he thought about all the women he saw in the estate and only now realized something, '...god damn, they all look beautiful if I go from my old standards from the earth, too bad I have not really any drive.'
From what Alexander read, the drive of all canine-kin will come at some point when they become eleven to fifteen years old and during the mating season. As he remembered, it would be like a dam break, but unluckily or luckily, his family would have their children go through it without any salvation, so they could get some skill.
After that, the parents would get professionals for their teens to have fun, 'Well, I can't really judge by my old standards, even though I find it kind of weird. As long as they don't rape or force anyone, it is all fine with me.'
As Alexander looked at Anastasia, she was nervous and tried to hold her sweating back while writing, 'This is a terrifying feeling! Why is he observing me again?! I need a raise! My heart will stop beating in a week because this child is frightening me to no end!'
As she was done, she turned around and pointed with her horsewhip at the classes she would teach him.
Then she pointed at the first point:
-Writing and reading
She expectedly looked at him, "May I ask how well you can read and write, Mr. Alexander?"
Instead of saying anything, he let a piece of chalk float behind his teacher and wrote down perfectly and in calligraphy, like her, in beast-kin dialect
She stood there, zoned out a bit, 'This... right, he is a mage and highly intelligent, so I probably need to start with advanced classes, but this handwriting is excellent... can you call it handwriting if he used magic?'
Anastasia never had the honors in her career as a teacher for nobles to have an absolute genius. She thought through more things and decided against advanced classes. It was better if they went through everything point by point; worst case, they would waste a week or two. Who knew what he actually didn't know?
Parents were inclined to praise their children if they could write, read and do mathematics well with seven or eight, but his level is entirely different for such a young boy.
She had almost asked him about his skill levels since they would probably be in their twenties or even thirties. She didn't know but could deduct them by looking at his actual abilities.
After a moment, she returned from her thoughts and looked at Mr. Alexander with a broad smile, "Fantastic, Mr. Alexander, so how about the second topic?"
The teacher pointed at -Mathematics.
Alexander scratched his head, and Anastasia wondered for a moment if he knew any mathematics at all, "I think I know the fundamentals. Are integrals, Analysis and Linear Algebra good enough?"
From the previous computer engineer's perspective, this was fundamental. He honestly didn't know what fundamentals she was referring to. Knowing some mathematicians from his university days, he knew they had some crazy stuff he barely understood. He only partly had linear algebra, for example, enough for a CE.
But he also forgot that he was in the body of a child.
The bunny-kin blanked out for a second and asked him curiously, "Excuse me? I don't know what it means, Mr. Alexander."
Alexander sighed, understanding the problem, "Ms. Anastasia, do you have maybe some tests with you? Because I am self-taught, we are talking besides each other."
She nodded, grabbed her small backpack, and put out at least fifty papers that would never fit in if the law of physics applied, 'This is one of those spatial bags? I barely saw one, and mom forbade me to study one, saying it was too dangerous hm...'
His mother was right since the first thing he wanted to do, was to cut it open and research it, but this was a violent magic item and had the power to explode if it was damaged.
Most of the time, it just imploded, but with his luck, Alexander knew that this thing would throw him into his second new life. So he gave up on the idea till he had more experience with magic.
His thoughts ended as his teacher put twenty math sheets full of exercises before him, "Please try and work through it. If you don't know any further, you can stop, Mr. Alexander."
Alexander nodded, opened the first page, and was surprised, 'This is... first-grade stuff?'
He sighed, furrowing his brows, which confused Anastasia, 'So, he doesn't know math? How weird... I would think that...'
Before she could end her thought, Alexander's interrupted it with his next actions, which made her curious. He took an ink bottle, opened it, and with what looked like high control and concentration, created something she never saw, even from mages.
The ink flowed out of the bottle into a ball in the air, then it suddenly transformed into a feather made out of ink which started to write on her tests. A small string of ink was connected to the top of the feather. It wrote down all the answers at an unseen speed, and she was bewitched at how beautiful the feather looked.
It was mesmerizing.
Every little detail was correct and so delicate. Every single barb was so finely made, like an artwork. The Quill had a little pattern carved in of tribalistic-looking symbols, and the ink made it glister just right, 'How beautiful and practical...'
Alexander, on the other hand, had other thoughts, 'FUCK!'
The puppy tried to create a more straightforward method to write and came up with an idea: why not just take the feather away and write with the ink? The first tries could have gone better: too much or too little ink when writing, too much pressure, too little pressure, and so on.
He wasted more than fifty ink bottles for his little training but, in the end, could create a ball full of ink with which he could write, but it was not enough since it looked disgustingly simple.
So, he went on and tried to create something more beautiful and artistic, so to speak. There was no reason for him to do it, but he had something in him that wanted to show the beauty of his art.
It was the same on earth when he coded. It was elegant, short, good to understand, and easily changeable... if he had time to work on it, otherwise it was brute-forced garbage, and now he had the time to actually give his craft the beauty it deserved.
This feather was his first try, and the insane control he needed to show was even too much for him as he reached his limit with it. But his skills leveled up quite nicely and made it easier for him with every ding he heard.
He was proud that his teacher seemed to like it too, 'better is it,' he thought because reproducing every damn barb and intricate detail was hard. He needed to control the ink and the air between them, but it looked beautiful, and with more training, it would become like a third hand.
[Mana Manipulation] was doing its work and the math exercises he solved were, at their most challenging, eighth grade, maybe ninth. So, he was done in forty-five minutes with his last sheet, where he used an equation procedure: addition method, others like the other ones, but he was a fan of this one since he liked to take it slow... how ironic.
As the puppy student was done, he put the ink back. Anastasia was back from mesmerizing his feather quill made out of ink, "I am done, Ms. Anastasia..." he handed her the sheets "...all twenty, I hope I didn't need too long." he really meant it, since he could be done in thirty minutes if he didn't use his magic.
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As a human, he would need even longer, but he felt like his brain ran now like a computer, and on earth, he had a toaster instead.
She coughed into her fist and took the tests, 'Hm, he filled everything out?'
As the bunny-kin teacher checked her student's answers, her eyebrows rose, and she became breathless momentarily. It was perplexing for her since the last test, on page twenty, needed a [Mathematic] skill of level twenty-five.
When she reviewed everything, she laid down all the sheets and didn't know what to say, 'He has everything correct... this usually takes my students until they are thirteen to know everything to this point.'
It was unbelievable that her new student knew everything off the bat while he was so young. Sure, these were the basics you needed to know if you wanted to have a chance to join any university, which was worth its salt.
She shook everything away and smiled at her little genius. While it would be hard to teach him, it would be interesting.
"Perfect."
"Pardon?"
Anastasia sighed, "A perfect test..." suddenly, she sounded stricter, "...so there is no need to learn mathematics for you anymore."
Before the puppy could ask more, his teacher moved closer to the blackboard and pointed toward the next point: -Languages.
She wanted to go through every subject as quickly as possible to discover what the little genius knew and didn't. Then she could remodel her lesson plan for him.
This confused Alexander, "I think... I speak our language, but I must disappoint you if Ms. Anastasia means other languages. I only speak the beast-kin dialect."
Anastasia was relieved to hear that he didn't speak any other language. Otherwise, her lessons were over before they could really begin, "Hm..." she nodded, "...there are multiple languages a noble needs to know. Can you guess which ones, Mr. Alexander?"
She stood and waited for the puppy to think it through. He raised his hand. She nodded towards him, "I would guess if nature-dwellers and night-elves have a language, it would be good to learn theirs, right?"
The teacher's voice sounded joyful, "You are absolutely right, Mr. Alexander..." she began to write on the blackboard while explaining, "...luckily for us, nature-dwellers like fairies or night-elves speak an elvish dialect as their language, they call it Nocir, which translates into our language es darkness or shadow, depending on the context of course."
She looked back at her student, "Any more, Mr. Alexander?"
The puppy thought about it and tried to compare it to earth, 'Do we have something like English in this world? Well, never mind. I am here to learn and make mistakes.'
He shook his head, "I don't know, Ms. Anastasia, but I would think that there exists a common language nobles would learn to speak with each other from different race-specific territories?"
She raised an eyebrow as this answer surprised her ears slightly, twitching, "Yes, again, you are correct, Mr. Alexander!..."
She started writing again, "... nobility and royalty usually learn also languages from other races. Normally, you wouldn't know the names since your family's situation is a particular one..."
Anastasia stopped and drifted to a different topic, "...I think I can tell you this since we have the time. The Leonandra family and six others defend the border against demons..."
The bunny-kin almost hopped towards her bag and looked inside while she kept on talking, "...this families were royal knights and are presented to count Moorgrel by the crown from long before. Thus enjoy something called territorial chasteness..."
Her eyes glanced as she took out a giant map and went towards the blackboard with a chair, so she could clamp the map up to the blackboard, "...what a stupid name... however, your family and the other families can't enlarge their territory but also, nobody has the right, under the crown, to take yours in any way..."
After she had hung the map, she jumped down, not making the slightest sound, which surprised Alexander, "...thus your unique situation that you don't really need to know languages from far away territories as you will probably not join any positions where you will travel to other foreign territories..."
Inwardly she also added that he would probably kill everyone in those meetings, so it was suitable for everyone in the empire for him to stay here, "...but I have the opinion that educating themselves could always benefit you in ways you wouldn't know of..."
She opened the giant map and showed the continent, which Alexander never saw.
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She cleared her throat into her fist, "As you can see, you are the southernmost of the seven families defending the border..."
After thinking about how she should continue the lesson since it was at that point improvised, she continued, "But let's get back to the topic of languages. Mr. Alexander, which language from which territory would you learn?"
Alexander looked closely at the map, trying to memorize it. He also knew that she just wanted him to discuss with her and open up more and be more interested, 'Typical elementary school education, except the topics,... but I like it though.'
Like his teacher wanted, he raised his hand and waited for her affirmation to speak, 'What a cheap way for a pavlovian approach... the horsewhip is there to probably shock the children into attention.'
She nodded, and Alexander spoke, "I would say that for a beast-kin noble or royalty, learning the language of humans, dwarves, and gnomes would be mandatory since they encircle us, and we probably, have a lot of territory dispute with them, thus skirmishes that are followed by negotiations if for example, we need to ransom someone out..."
Alexander saw her eyes lighten up, which made him feel like a teacher's pet. He continued, ignoring the conflicting emotions and their origin of disgust for himself, "...furthermore, while I don't know the political situation around the territory as mentioned earlier, I would guess that not everyone is their ally, so I would say that the enemy of my enemy is my friend... as long as they are neutral to us, historically speaking, thus learning their language would also help us strongly."
Anastasia started clapping, and her voice became very joyful, "My, my, if the... let's say one of my past students was half as well versed in continental politics at twice your age, we would have a bright future for our empire."
She cleared her frog in her throat, "Excuse me..." and continued on, "....you are absolutely right, and I can say that for you, Mr. Alexander, learning the dwarvish language, called Mutay, which translates into mother, will be our primary goal, besides Nocir, the secondary will be the human language, called Loi which means light, sun or fire, a very annoying language I need to add, and if we have afterward time, learn the one for our allies the high-demons and djinns."
The puppy nodded and wondered what the glance in his teacher's eyes meant. He could somehow remember it, and it made him shudder inwardly.
She stepped close, "Today, Mr. Alexander, before I continue explaining what I will teach you as of tomorrow, I think I need to make changes to the plan I have for you."
Alexander raised an eyebrow, "Pardon?"
She looked down at him with a somewhat sinister smile, "No need for pardon, Mr. Alexander, since you are potentially my best student..."
In the bunny-kin mind, she could bring out an unlimited potential, but for this, she needed to overthrow the whole plan she designed for him and concentrate on efficiency. A real rough diamond was sitting before her, and she felt elated by teaching someone like him.
Now Alexander felt like a piece of salad before a giant bunny, 'What the fuck is happening, and why does it feel like deja vu?'
Anastasia continued with the same seriousness, "...I personally think that we can learn so much more, but before it, I want to ask you, Mr. Alexander, something: Do you think you can follow a plan at a much faster pace? By this, I mean you will learn history, politics, culture, etiquette, and much more about every relevant territory, in a different language while learning the language. What do you say?"
Her smile was creeping Alexander out, and he remembered the same scene playing out in his last years in school, where his teachers wanted him to go to certain classes for the gifted, and in his last year, while taking the school examen, going to university for one or two courses, for early credits. He did take it partially and regretted it.
He was ready to decline as his experience showed how studying shaved at least twenty years of his life back then, where he had, instead of blood, coffee in his veins... but he remembered that it was not earth.
He had a system that would give him with each new skill level up juicy experience and, thus, more levels in general, 'At least I don't need to look after my siblings and work for a minimum wage on the side.'
The greedy puppy nodded, "Yes, Ms. Anastasia, I would love nothing more than to go with your program!"
The also greedy bunny-kin crossed her arms, looking sternly at him, "Hm, so you know: You will have daily lessons and homework. Usually, my students will have lessons three times a week, but you will have eight times, much faster and longer. With this, we can work through the primary material in a year and then go for the immediate education then..."
She inhaled and exhaled strongly, "...are you really sure, Mr. Alexander?"
Anastasia hoped that he would say yes. She wanted to teach at least one prodigy in her life, seeing where her limits were, 'If he can do it, I may learn how to go through my skill test...'
She already had students, so-called geniuses, who gave up after a month, breaking down in tears. It was no more than pure disappointment.
The student's parents set it up so she would be interested in teaching them.
Alexander didn't know that Anastasia I. Ramputt was a daughter from the Ramputt family and a fantastic teacher who educated only the ones connected to the crown: princesses and princes, but also all the children of all the ministers and other essential personnel. But she was also obligated to teach the knightages that were east in Moorgrel.
Now, she hoped that there was no reason to go back to the palace for the following years, 'Alexander, while you are young, I can see in your eyes a well without a bottom of intelligence... say yes, and with hard work, I can model you into a one in a hundred millennia genius.'
The young puppy shifted slightly back from his teacher's stare, "Yeah... sure, ok."
Anastasia's smile bloomed like a predator locking unto her pray. This made Alexander very uncomfortable, 'Holy shit...'
She went towards her bag, unpacking dozens of books while talking, "I will stay at the estate, Mr. Alexander, and later talk your lesson plan through with Ms. Green. Till then, please start reading the introduction to the night-elvish language."
She took a couple of books and brought them over, laying them down on his desk, "I need also rework your plan and see what I can do... Mr. Alexander, you said that you know mathematics to which part?"
The puppy frowned, "Forty-seven."
His answer confused her, "Pardon me?"
Alexander sighed and started looking over the book which introduced the language. He already missed modern education as this was structured terribly, "I said my level in mathematics is forty-nine. Please plan it out correctly, and yes, I know that it should stay a secret, and yes, I don't care. I don't want you to plan the next years of my education with wrong assumptions."
She stared at her student, not knowing what to say. Outwardly she was very calm, but inwardly, she began to panic, 'HE HAS A HIGHER LEVEL IN MATHEMATICS THAN I DO?!'
The puppy looked at her, already readying himself to push his limits, "Was this all, Ms. Anastasia?"
Anastasia climbed out of her stupor, "Ah yes, I apologize. There was also the problem with leveling too quickly. I think your sister Ms. Sarah experienced it when she was little?"
Alexander nodded, "Yes, that is true."
She started rummaging again in her bag, "Nobody really knows what it is exactly or why it happened, but fifty years ago, some quack of a doctor was testing medications and found out that the symptoms of that are a disbalance of the body to mana... Ah! Here it is!"
His teacher pulled out four green rings, "...and to work against the disbalance, you need to grow it out by strengthening your body..."
She looked at him with a twitch of her bunny ears, analyzing him like a piece of meat. Alexander could've sworn that he felt mana coming from her eyes, "Much faster."
Alexander tried to refute her, "But Sarah was training physically and having her skill levels there?"
She put the rings on the desk before her student, "Yes, but you need to strengthen your body much faster than you normally could, especially before the legacy, since your energy is sealed, and this is why this is perfect for you, Mr. Alexander!'
He stared at the four green rings with runes on them, having a horrible feeling, "I... I see."
Anastasia chuckled slightly, "Oh, where are my manners? I apologize, but let us talk more freely since it will become rather annoying very fast to look after manners if we want to work through my special education plan. How about it, Mr. Alexander?"
The confused puppy nodded, seeing her making a 180-degree switch in her personality after finding a guinea pig, "Sure, I would also prefer it, teach."
She held her hand before her mouth while she laughed, "Oh, how country pumpkin like calling me teach, but I quite like it! So, now..."
Anastasia pointed towards the rings, "... these are body strengthening rings, usually used for students who have unsealed their energy so they could use them. It should be my present for your legacy, but never mind it!"
The puppy took a ring and inspected it, "Ok? How do I then use it? I guess you want me to use them to strengthen my body while we go through your plan, right teach?"
She clapped her hands together, throwing out her manners entirely away. Her student liked it, "Alex... is it ok to call you like this? However, energy can be, like we know through our system, either [Aura], [Defense] or [Essence], but there is another energy, which mages are using, can you guess?"
Alexander waved his hand before his face, "Alex is fine, and you mean mana? So these things can be activated by mana, and why didn't I see one of my siblings wearing them?"
Anastasia held her finger up, "Because these are rare mana items, and don't worry, I gifted your sibling's good stuff too... now, I don't know exactly your skills, and they might be hard to activate, but maybe together with Ms. Gre..."
He was already trying to push his mana inside the rings as she spoke. He needed to use multiple skills: [Mana Sense] to sense where he would inject his mana and how to maneuver it while inside, [Mana Emission] to push it inside, also while his mana was inside, [Mana Manipulation] to actually move it through the complex pathways, 'Huh, it's not that hard as there is zero resistance, no, my mana is getting sucked through the pathways... shit!'
Before she could speak further and think of a plan to make her dream happen, Alexander interrupted her with his new gift, which started to glow and slammed with full force against the desk downward, breaking it, and continued towards the floor, cracking multiple boards.
Alexander let it go after it slammed against the table, as it would likely break his hand. He looked at his teacher, who was first surprised but then back to cheerful, "How great, Alex! You already learned how to use it!"
The puppy watched the item as its glow faded, "Yeah, thanks, but I don't know if I can train with it if it is that heavy."
Anastasia came over to the item, and her hand started to glow with milky white energy, coating her hand as she touched the item that destroyed the floor, "Oh, I see the problem... you put too much energy inside, so the weight increased by too much."
As she was handling it, Alexander could see how part of his mana was ejected through the item, "You found out how to put your mana inside, but there is also a way to discharge it too... here you go, put this around your wrist."
Alexander tilted his head slightly, fighting the notion of scratching it, "So, this is a bracelet? It is too big, though?"
"Hm, you seem not really have any experience with magic items?..." she put it on herself instead, and it became smaller, fitting her perfectly, "...there is a mechanism to reduce its size, a real little treasure, I would say."
As she was done, she gave it to Alexander again, "Be careful, but as you already figured it out. It should be easy enough now that you know what to do."
He was confused, "Yeah, but why are there four of them?"
She answered quickly while going to the material and sorting it out. He saw a little hop in her step, "Hm? For your wrists and ankles, of course!"
Alexander wondered if it was such a great idea but was excited as he had something he didn't have in his previous life: Multiple choices and a cop-out without consequences.
On earth, he had only one chance, he could not just give up and go away, but he could try things out here. Nonetheless, he really disliked giving up and was always one who always pushed to the end.
Looking over to his new teacher, who made probably so many turns today in her personality, she could be a windmill. He looked back at the bracelets and started to figure out how he could adjust their weight before he put them on.
It was not hard to figure it out. After a few minutes of studying it, the former CE discovered that the bracelet was a typical electrical board with logic gates. Still, instead of electricity, it ran with another kind of energy.
As he ran as little mana as possible through the bracelet, he found a terrible design choice and knew where it came from, 'So, they try to overcomplicate stuff a little, so it would be harder to copy it... huh?'
There were components with complicated gates built in which transferred his energy. This could be made more accessible and more straightforward so that the person using it wouldn't need to put his mana through some weird winding pathways. The reason could also be that it protected the design from copying.
He found the shrinking function, 'Urgh, why not make it more accessible? Well, never mind it, all I can use right now is the interface, and I have no idea how it works internally as it increased the weight.'
There were more things since this magic item ejected minuscule amounts of mana for some reason, 'A defect, maybe?'
Nonetheless, he stopped playing with it since he feared that this thing could blow up in his face. So he put it on, and it shrank and increased its weight slightly. He did the same with all the other three, and something happened.
As each of the magic items emitted a wave of mana from them, they responded to it as they connected to each other.
Alexander suddenly looked closer and could see how the mana acted and was astounded, 'Do they actually combine [Mana Resonance], [Mana Absorption], and [Mana Emission] to create something similar to Bluetooth?!'
The curious puppy wanted nothing more than to see this thing's schematics and know what the OS looked like, or if there was even one. Still, this thought went quickly away as, unexpectedly, his whole body became heavier, and he was slightly pushed down, 'Holy shit! Is it increasing my whole body weight evenly?!'
He was pushed suddenly down but could barely straighten himself, "Hey! I need help, teach!"
She looked over from sorting out her materials, and a big smile bloomed on her, "Oh! How well you are doing! Others would need at least weeks to synchronize them!"
He gritted his teeth and tried to adjust the weights by absorbing part of the mana back to him evenly, but it barely helped, and he already had the minimum amount of mana inside the bracelets.
His weight increased twice, and it felt terrible, "I DON'T WANT PRAISE! DAMN IT! I NEED HELP! IT IS NOT GETTING WEAKER!"
She came over nonchalantly, looking over one of the bracelets, "Huh? No, it is the lowest setting, and please, Alex, language."
Alexander screamed internally, 'I WILL SKIN YOU, YOU BITCH!'
But he catches himself, trying to calm down, "Are you serious that I should wear it to strengthen myself?"
She shook her head, "By the circle, no..."
Alexander felt better till she continued, "...you need to train with them and increase them if the need arises... oh please, don't look at me like this. Otherwise, you will gain so many levels, and with the mana disbalance, it would put you out for at least a year...
She looked more closely at him, "I am confused, as of now, why you didn't receive one already... considering high skill levels."
Of course, she didn't know that Alexander wore an anti-mana collar for at least a year, where he could level up fast, but he could barely train his mana skills, "You know, s... stuff happened, teach."
Alexander tried to move while thinking if it was such a good idea, 'So, do I want to push through and gain unimaginable strength or chill?'
The mage who almost killed himself because of his curiosity chose the only thing which sounded right to him, 'Hehe... I will be so much stronger...'
He had already tried to be more conservative in his level gainings and could sometimes feel pain, which he thought was some weird growing pain. Never would he think that the mana would be the problem, but he now had a good counter to it.