The modifications on the widows tear have been going on for the last couple of days. Well, I will have to change the ships name to something else. this name sounds so depressing.

Anyway, I have to admit that my master is quite efficient when he wants to be (which Is a surprisingly rare occurence). The magic that I don't understand at all has been replaced with formations that I barely understand. Looks like I will have to start studying again.

It looks like my master had wanted to acquire this unique magic the name for which I do not even know. Well, even if the master has left only the bones of this ship, these are solid bones. Heartwood is way better suited for formation magic the way that I can feel the mana chugging along on this thing. It is almost like a heartbeat the way that the mana thrums along in this thing.

I also think that the material is able to show more of its capability under my master. Granted that should not have been a surprise given that my master is quite a bit more capable at using druidic magic. The man has been hinting at a very interesting ability too.

Anyway, the formation that my master has replaced the ship with is a barebones network. It will do its job correctly and will run pretty well but there won't be any fancy tricks with this one. It looks it will be my job to add those fancy tricks. Well, It is not like my master to hold my hands anyways. The man is a mother bird, ready to push you out of your nest to teach you flying, except you are a human that cannot fly.

Still, compared to the piece of trash that I have had to deal with while going to the snowwind empire, this is almost the difference between heaven and earth. Almost as if he can read my mind.

"The head office does that with intent", my master speaks. "It is a way for them to project weakness. It would hard to keep sending your soldiers so deep into the territory of quite a few forces if they did not feel like you were without claws. Also, it is cheaper for them to do this. The head office is pretty miserly. You will understand once you complete a mission for them."

"Well, it was such a pain to maintain the ship, master. I really thought I would die in it a couple of times.", I reply "leave it about the ship though, give me my sword. At the moment I do not trust any of my works with you. They would have been so useful too."

"Yeah, yeah. That sword of yours is with me at the moment.", my master replies, as he finally throws my sword at me. "As for why I have called you down here. Firstly, it is to grant you the control sticks for this ship. You can use it until you have linked the sword to the ship."

He sees my miserable expression. That particular skill I have never really managed to achieve in my life.

"You will complete it, you brat. You can build a class eight formation in a battlefield and formation linking befuddles you. Well, even if it does it is important that you learn. As for the reason why, I guess it is time that I explain to you about quite a few stuff.", my master speaks. His tone takes on a seriousness that makes it clear that I should shut up.

"Well, I am sure that you must have always wondered why I have never explained the elven path of cultivation beyond the foundation stage.", my master asks.

"Well, not really. Cultivation doesn't really matter to us doesn't it. Our strength is dependent on the formations that we build, isn't it. Cultivation doesn't really a key role in that now doesn't it. I just assumed that you must have forgotten to discuss it", I reply. It is almost funny to see the expression of despair on my master. I do actually wonder about it, quite the bit.

"You brat, you will really end up dead one of these days. Well, the cultivation path of a formation mage is quite unique in the elven path.", my master speaks. "Other cultivation paths focus on the cultivation of self. The building up of your body, your mana or your spells. For us formation mages, the process is different. We make use of formations to cultivate."

My master arms begin to change, taking on a wolfish characteristics. One of my masters core abilities is his ability to transform into a wolf. He can freely control this process, to an almost absurd degree.

"My transformation abilities are an example of this. I achieve it using a formation, but can you feel me linking to an formation. The formation is inside me, if I were to put it simply. It is a basic druidic formation called as "wolf transformer". The path that we formation mages follow is the path of fusion. The end goal of our path is to fuse a single formation into our flesh, our soul and a part of your very being. The formation will then be able to become the core of our power.", my master replies. "For each step of the path, you will need to refine this formation. At your present stage of cultivation you will need to fuse with a class nine formation. This will be called your core formation and it will be the core of your magic in this path."

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"Why does that relate to the destruction of my other formations. I could have sold them if I cannot use it.", I ask the man.

"As I have told before, it is a tradition. My master did it to me and I did it to you. You will most likely do it to your students. I have destroyed all the formations that belong to you, except the one that might function as your core formation", my master replies. "Now is the time for you to focus. There is a reason that you have to go through this at the moment anyways. At the foundation stage you will have to link your sword with each foundation block that you have created. That will grant you greater control over your sword and other benefits too. It is going to be a pain to complete though. How many foundation blocks have you even built up, you brat."

"I am at the second stage, master. I am working on the second foundation slab.", I reply.

"That is good, I had almost five or six of them built up when I started my work. I will give you the method to link your sword to soon enough, for now here is your sword.", my master speaks, throwing my sword at me.

It is my master piece, even though I have built class eight formations for the simple fact that I built it completely on my own and it was what earned me my discipleship with my master. Made from the bone of a vampire grunt, it is able to make use of a few of the racial abilities of the vampires. The main ability of it is its ability to absorb blood and heal me up till a limited amount. Other than that it still gives me a few more abilities.

Even after training under my master, this sword has been my treasure. The only reason I had left it in the base was due to his explicit command that I could not take it with me. I assumed it would remain safe there. After all, who would think that my master was a formation destroying maniac.

I had built it using the bone of a vampire grunt. I will speak of them when I need to but just know they are the weakest in the vampire hierarchy, Created to be cannon fodders and distractions. That is why I call the sword "bloody fang".

"Good, I will have to warn you though the process of linking will be quite painful to you. It will literally feel as if somebody is pulling your bones. You can't give up focus when it is happening.", my master speaks. "If you do, there is a significant possibility that your foundation block could collapse."

"Well, will you tell me about the stage after the foundation stage then.", I ask my master.

"My rule still applies, you brat. You need not know about the stage after the foundation stage until you have completed my condition." My master replied. " Create a class seven formation and I will explain the next step to you. Until then this knowledge is simply too unsafe for you. I know you, you will go and attempt this the instant that I tell you anything about this step. I have never seen any formation mage that is as impulsive as you."

"I am sure that if the person teaching me would have been more careful in explaining the negative effects of what we are doing, I would be more than happy to actually follow the Safer path." I reply. "I have never seen a teacher less inclined to teach than you."

"Well, I teach well you brat. My master did not even used to do that, you know. That damn man just used to give me tasks. Everything else I had to manage.", my master replies. "I atleast teach you and I teach you well at that."

"Are you sure. Just because your teacher was shitty at teaching doesn't mean that you are not shitty at teaching, you old man" I reply. "Anyways, I am sure you can give me something. After all, I cannot do much with just a description of the stage now can I. I would need the method to do so, which is safely still in your hands."

"I wonder why I took you in as a disciple sometimes. You are such a pain in the ass. Just that explanation will be enough to give you ideas and that is even more dangerous. You won't even stop yourself from trying it out and that would be dangerous, especially with the half knowledge.", my master replies. "Naturally, you will not listen to a single word of my explanation since you have decided not to do so."

"What can I do. You dangle that knowledge in front of me like a carrot in front of a rabbit and expect me to remain calm.", I reply. "I would not be so curious if you just told me what to do in the first place. I am tempted to go and ask somebody else about it."

"I knew it, that is why I have given specific warnings to anybody that you might be able to ask. Nobody will give you anything." He replies.

"Oh that is why nobody was ready to talk to me." I realise while at the same time realising that I had spoken that out loud. I can see my masters expression change in real time, as I begin to plan my escape. There is only so much provocation that the man can handle before he will lose it completely.

I find myself at the door to the room, as my master talks behind me. Right now my spine is tingling in my back.

"I knew it, you brat. Where are you running to, I just want to which bastard did not inform me that my student was asking questions he should not have. I won't kill them, ....."

I don't hear the remaining part as I safely leave to the confines of my room. I will go and talk to him once he has safely calmed down. He won't harm me in his anger, but the man is more than likely to take it out on my ship and I don't want to get a half broken ship before I have even driven it.

Well, it is the ideal time to shut down this log I gues.