(On behalf of the Head of the village)

My name is Anna Melodiya, last year I took over the post of the head of the field wolf village, which passed to me from my father. Previously, it was just a group of beastmen, a breed of wolves, but as time went on, there were more and more of us. And so my village was born. We are engaged in the collection and trade of herbs, plants, and the search for healing treasures, fishing in medicinal activities. We can do all this thanks to our search instinct. Since ancient times, field wolves have known how to survive thanks to the instinct to search for medicinal herbs to cure themselves.

Since the transition of power, everything has gone well, but the reputation my father deserved had nothing to do with me. The heads of other villages did not really appreciate my voice, and lately they have been treating us more and more indifferently.

It all started with the usual help to destroy monsters. Previously, when my father sent a request, they always responded. But with his death, I began to feel an increasingly palpable sense of unease. Call it intuition, or a woman's premonition, but every day it became stronger.

And so last week, "accidentally" our herbalists ran into one of our neighbors. Which, due to the fact that we allegedly harm the ecology of the forest, attacked us.

Only three out of twenty returned.

It only reinforced my inner anxieties.

Yesterday, our scouts that were put on alert felt a sharp jump in manno. As if space itself was torn apart in one place. I had no choice but to send people to check what was happening.

By evening, everyone returned intact, with the exception of the young man. Our doctor during the examination said that the young man had no problems, he was simply too overworked, having spent all the manna in his body.

Knock, knock

- Sign in

- The head, a man brought by a group of scouts, woke up.

(By Mark)

When I woke up, I felt hungry, I would even say very hungry. Of course, at times I missed lunch and dinner because of work, but so much for those in such need of food.

After a couple of minutes, as I came to my senses, I heard the sound of the door opening, a girl entered the premises. About 1.80 tall, blue hair, deep scarlet eyes, but what attracted me the most was the pricked wolf ears of a fighter stance ready to make me K.O. at any time

After standing like that for a couple of minutes, and after incinerating me with a look from which my back was covered with a layer of sweat, she took a chair and sat down opposite me.

- Name?

- Mark

How did you end up so close to my village?

- The stork brought. That alone was enough to see the head's eye twitch.

You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

- How old are you?

- 19

- What are your plans?

- Mmm, I think to learn how to breathe fire (Mark said with the most serious face, and nodding to boot)

Looking at this, Anna already regrets that she came, mentally starting to count to ten in order to overcome the desire to wring the scoundrel's neck.

We have enough today.

- Um wait, can I get some fresh air, these walls are killing me.

Turning around, Anna froze for a second thinking.

- Okay, but you will have an escort. If you think of something, just forget it, otherwise your head will become bait for monsters.

From this, my rolls shrunk, mentally imagining this, "oh, to hell with my wild fantasy"

Coming out a minute later, I saw a wolf girl on the side of me clutching a spear with both hands.

- Um, wait another girl with blue hair said that I can go out, you're my escort, aren't you an executioner huh?

While I was saying all this, she bored me with her eyes, and in the end she snorted without loosening her grip.

- To begin with, I'll introduce myself, my name is Mark, and you?

- Hmph!!!

- OK. Then I apologize for taking care of myself.

Turning my back to her, I looked back. Everything looked like a camping town, everywhere there were tents, the number of which could not be counted. At times, children could be seen running around.

Deciding to scout the area under the cold gaze of my "accompanying" I moved forward.

Someone sharpened blocks of wood preparing spears.

Others made potions by crushing herbs and mixing them with the mixture.

All this was so new to me that it was breathtaking.

"Looks like the world is not connected to my story. He is rather self-sustaining. And my story is just a small foundation. Haaa, how interesting"

While I was walking I came across what looked like a school. It looked like a large shed with a dozen benches filled with wolf children.

- And so, children, today we will have a lesson about a spark, or rather, about its varieties.

- Who can name the original sparks that were discovered first.

This raised a din from the hands and cries of children.

- Ayla answer, please.

-Yes! There are four original sparks that represent the elements.

- These are fire, water, earth, and wind.

- Well done, great, you can sit Ayla.

- And now who knows the genesis of the elements.

- You answer.

- Yes! There are four genesis elements.

- This is lightning, which comes from the friendship of water and wind.

- Note, from the friendship of the noise of the wind, and the vibration of the earth.

- Metal, born from the friendship of earth and fire.

- Nature came from the friendship of earth and water.

- Well done V, you can sit down. That's right, a spark, or as the element of genesis is also called, is born from two elements, by way of an innate gift. Even if you own these two elements, you cannot create an element of genesis, only by being born with it, and awakening by awakening.

- Okay, now let's talk about something even rarer. It's about mutated elements. They are rare in that their nature is not known and their power is more mysterious. Even taking two users of a mutated element, you won't find much similarity.

- And so who will call them to us?

- Come on, Momo.

- It's mmm ... ah, here it is.

- Acid, blood, poison, and spirit.

- It's true, Momo, you did it, and now sit down.

- Mutation has very complex elements, they come from the very soul, and even if a person has at least two elements, they will simply expel them from your body, occupying your entire body on their own. Because of this, many are connected with the body.

- And now let's move on to the last sparks that become elements through development. Who will name the elements of balance?

Anya, come on.

- Yes! There are only two of them - darkness and light.

- That's right, good fellow Anya, sit down. Balance elements are rare and the most difficult. Darkness is a more destructive element. And the light is creative. But no matter how you look at it, everything comes from the intention of the user. Light can burn through anything, and darkness can create a liquid that can reattach a severed limb.

- Well, that's all, today we went through the sparks that become elements, and their types. Tomorrow we will go over how intentions affect the spells themselves, and how to change the thermal nature of the original elements.

- Everyone at home, alive!

- Waaaaa. (noise of children)