Nathan

Year 2851 | Month 1 | Day 25

Two days later

“That’s better,” Juan says as he watches my firestorm spell wash over the army of Collective Kingdom knights. “The efficiency has significantly improved. And while it could still be better, it is no longer a waste of a spell anymore.”

I feel a faint hint of pride fill me at his words as I watch the large storm made up of flames tear its way through the knights and other soldiers coming this way from the ships. All of whom are readying to clash with the soldiers from the noble forces on the plains next to the beach.

Ever since Juan took over my training in fire magic, the nobles have shut the hell up and avoided me entirely. And if they can’t avoid me, they listen to every word I say like it’s law. Which I find to be a very pleasant change from before.

As for the enemies? I’m only seeing their response now, since I’ve been going through fire magic lessons with Juan ever since meeting with him. So I haven’t been in any combat, and news is only making it to the other nations now about it.

After all, Juan has been locked in training me and hasn’t bothered with fighting the other Class S magicians anymore. Almost like it’s his one priority from now on. Training the ultimate fire magician.

But he isn’t too strict with his training either. He is strict with his bottom lines on things, sure, but he patiently waits for me to reach those bottom lines and doesn’t get upset.

So overall he has actually been a rather good teacher.

Even if he’s burned a few nobles to a crisp when he saw them glancing at me the wrong way. Specifically with some malicious intent in their eyes that they probably never would have acted on.

I pretended I didn’t see that when it happened.

Anyways, in the time he’s been training me, I’ve improved a lot of my current fire spells and created numerous other fire spells including a few he passed on to me personally. And on top of that, I also increased my understanding of fire mana itself. Which makes my body more resistant to heat in general, but that doesn’t really matter considering my immortality.

What does matter is that it increases the power of my fire magic spells. The power of my fire mana.

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“Next I want you to use a fire pit spell on the frontline of the approaching forces,” Juan says with his arms crossed. “After that I’ll use my own to show you the difference.”

I nod my head and raise both hands before taking a deep breath and starting to cast the spell. Making several glowing red spell circles appear all around me, following which they rush over to the ground beneath the frontlines of the enemy forces.

And in seconds, they begin to shoot out dozens of fire lances straight into the ground, piercing deep in the process. Then more lances shoot out from the sides of the lances in the ground, connecting the lances in a massive circle.

I feel my mana draining close to empty as the spell finishes off by blasting out powerful flames all in the center of the circle, quickly burning away all the ground and some above it to make a massive pit with a diameter of thirty meters filled with flames and burning corpses.

Exhaustion fills me after the spell finishes draining my mana, but the flames continue for several seconds afterwards. With the enemy soldiers all backing away and activating more defenses. Specifically defenses against Tier IV spells like that one, which cost a lot more to keep going. Hence why they weren’t up that soon.

Because most Tier IV spells have a rather limited scope in how far they can be activated from.

And they obviously weren’t expecting someone to be as close as we are, since we’re on a floating platform high above the battlefield.

Thanks to my latest attack though, the enemies are finally beginning to notice us. Because while the fire storm spell was very ambiguous in terms of its source, this spell was not.

“It’s bad,” Juan says, making me grit my teeth a little as I clearly understand what he means. “Watch my fire pit spell and learn to improve your own.”

He steps forward before narrowing his eyes a little. Then thousands of fire lances shoot into the ground and the process repeats itself. Except with far more fire lances than mine had by a massive number.

And just like mine, flames blast out into a circle around the enemy forces.

But unlike mine, Juan’s circle spans their entire army. Including every last soldier and magician.

Turning the entire beach into a burning pit from hell.

All without a single spell circle throughout the process, proving that Juan is, indeed, a Class S magician. Both in power and skill.

Juan’s spell was far faster, larger, and more destructive than my own. Outclassing me in nearly every way possible.

The only way I could one-up him in that is if I were to use death flames.

But he’s been rather against me using death flames. At least during his lessons. Since it tarnishes the purity of fire magic according to him.

So I’ll just leave the death flames for when he’s not around and we aren’t having lessons.

Anyways, even without any spell circles to study, I can tell quite a few things about the spell that are different from my own. So I immediately begin taking notes.

Whether it’s about the sheer number of fire spears he launched, the speed at which they replicated to form the circle, or where the flames shot out from.

I mark down every last detail while the Class S magician watches me.

And while the noble’s army and ships from the Collective Kingdoms down below are silent as the grave.