Reborn to Burn the World That Cast Me Aside

Ever since I began learning magic, I've felt many different types of emotion that I never thought I even had. But right now, the only emotion I feel is regret.

Silently, I sat on the floor. And with me in the chamber was Miss Clara, a concerned expression on her face—and it was all because of the huge burn mark on the stone wall, still smoking and scorched from the fireball I had just unleashed on it.

This is bad... I wonder if Miss Clara is mad at me.  I thought to myself as she stepped, forward and sighed.

I swear, I know I told him he could go wild in here, but... she walked closer to the damaged wall, placing her hand on it softly. I didn't think he'd go this wild... or this far.

She turned toward me, her expression softening.

...It's to be expected, after everything he's gone through. I can only imagine how much emotion he's holding in...

Then she knelt down and said, "Young master—"

I gulped. This couldn't be good.

Of course she'd be mad at me.

I lowered my head and quickly said, "I'm sorry, Miss Clara. I didn't mean to cause this much damage, but I take full responsibility."

She sighed again.

"Well... you did blow a hole in the wall... lucky no one else noticed. And since this chamber hasn't been used in a long time, I doubt anyone will."

That was true. No one would care—or even believe—that I did something like that. Of course they wouldn't. But she continued,

"Still, young master, you need to be more careful. Please promise me you will, okay?" She held out her pinky.

I nodded and linked mine with hers. "Yes, Miss Clara. I promise."

She crossed her arms. "I already told you to be more careful with the way you speak to me, haven't I?"

I blinked, confused. "Wait, but why Miss Clara? Did I say something wrong?"

She sighed again.

"You're so serious... and act a lot more mature than most children your age."

In my past life, no one ever said anything like that to me. No one ever said a single thing to me. I always assumed it was because I wasn't worth caring about. So I made it a point to be more proper in this world.

"Isn't that a good thing? It means I'm growing, right?"

She smiled warmly. "It does."

She stood up and dusted off her skirt.

"Alright then. How about you show me what you've been working on?"

I smiled and picked up the book, showing her the page. "I'm learning the Beginner Spells—The Flame Arts."

"I see," she said, looking over the book. "So that burn mark was a beginner spell you casted?"

I nodded. "Yes. And it was... alot stronger than I expected."

She chuckled. "Yes, I could see that from the damage you've caused."

She stepped back. "So, can you show me the spell, young master?"

I hesitated. My cheeks turned slightly red. "Y-yes! I can show you, if you want."

I lifted my hand and focused. Slowly, a fireball formed in my palm, floating and dancing in the air.

She was completely amazed. "Wow... amazing, young master. It trully is beautiful."

That was the first time someone had actually complimented me on something I did. I blushed, trying not to lose focus, afraid I might burn her by accident if I did.

She held her hands out, hovering near the flames. "It's so warm... and pure. You've done well."

I felt a warmth inside me that had nothing to do with the fire. "R-really? You really think so? T-thank you, Miss Clara."

She smiled. "Is this the only beginner spell you've learned, young master?"

"Huh?" I tilted my head.

"I mean, have you tried any of the other spells yet?"

I thought for a moment. I had just begun learning magic... but I didn't see the harm in trying others.

We both opened the magic textbook and scanned the pages. One spell suddenly caught my eye.

"This one! I want to try this one!" I said, pointing at it.

Miss Clara leaned in. "Are you sure, young master? It doesn't seem like a beginner spell to me."

I stood up, excitement rushing through me. "Dont worry. I'll be careful."

I opened my palm and slit my wrist slightly with the edge of my other hand—part of the ritual it seemed.

Focusing, I chanted the incantation:

"Ignis Prime—Awaken and rise, scorch the sky, and devour all!"

Suddenly, something felt... off.

The spell took a raging form, the flames bursting from my palm and roaring upwards. They danced wildly, twisting unnaturally.

"Wow..." I whispered, stunned.

But Miss Clara rushed in, with panic in her voice. "YOUNG MASTER!!" she shouted, grabbing me and pulling me down.

The spell collapsed mid-air and exploded behind us.

"Are you alright? Please tell me you're not hurt," she cried, checking me all over.

"I-I'm fine, but... did you see that? The flames—they moved like they were alive! It was so beautiful."

She held my shoulders, her eyes still full of concern. "Yes, it was. But it was also dangerous. Please... try to be more careful."

I could see the fear in her eyes. No one had ever shown that kind of worry for me—not Mother, not Father, not Kaien, and defentliy not Rodric either.

But Miss Clara did. And I...

"I promise, Miss Clara. I'll be more careful."

She breathed out. "Thank you, young master." Then she raised an eyebrow. "But you still want to continue your studies, don't you?"

I gave her a sheepish look. "...Yes. I mean my magic studies."

She chuckled. "Alright. For a six-year-old, you're more determined than you seem."

"Hehe, thank you."

She smiled and stood. "Okay, I think it's time you got going. It's almost time for sword practice. I'll take the book back to the library, so don't worry about it."

I nodded. "O-okay..."

That was the one time I felt completely at peace. But just the thought of going back to them made me tremble.

Then... Miss Clara wrapped her arms around me. "I know, young master. But you must remain strong."

I whispered, "Yes... Miss Clara."

I left the chamber, glancing at my palm—still feeling the strange sensation from the spell.

"What suddenly changed?" I whispered.

But then—

"There you are, you little worm."

My heart sank. I turned slowly and saw Rodric, his training sword slung over his shoulder, with a smug smirk on his face.

"Well, you sure kept us waiting."

I didn't say anything. I just stood there. But he grabbed my wrist roughly.

"Come on, you freak. We've got sword practice today. Don't wanna be late again."

He dragged me, and when I tried to even resist—

"Don't even think of running. Or I'll beat you alot worse than before."

I hated myself for not being able to fight back. And I hated myself even more for letting Miss Clara down.

I'm sorry, Miss Clara. I can't be strong... not like this.

Rodric dragged me out to the training grounds, where both Father and Kaien were already waiting.

Kaien stood still, emotionless.

While Father spoke coldly, "Rodric, why did you keep us waiting?"

Rodric grinned. "Forgive me, Father. I had to fetch our little guest. Figured we could let him join in today."

He shoved me forward, and I nearly tripped over my own feet.

"Hm... I see," Father replied flatly.

Kaien said nothing, his eyes distant.

I couldn't meet any of their gazes. I just stared at the ground.

Both Kaien and Rodric drew their swords and faced off. Father, their teacher, watched them closely.

Kaien moved with grace. While Rodric struck wildly.

Though I was the youngest, I could still see the difference in their skill. Kaien easily deflected Rodric's heavy blows and ended it swiftly.

Rodric growled in defeat.

And Father nodded. "Enough. Kaien is the winner of the duel."

Kaien bowed.

Father continued, "Well done, Kaien. Flawless as always. Rodric, your attacks were clumsy and unbalanced. If you want to surpass your brother, you must improve."

Rodric clenched his jaw. "Yes, Father."

Then he shifted his gaze at my direction and smirked. "Well, in that case, let me have a match with Machel father. Maybe then I'll be able to learn from my mistakes."

I froze. This was how he humiliated me—every time single time in front of everyone.

"Very well," Father said coldly.

We stood opposite each other. I gripped my practice sword tightly.

"Begin," Father called out.

Rodric charged immediately. My body wouldn't move—as I froze. He swung. I raised my sword—and the blow landed, hard.

His strikes were brutal, and relentless. All I could do was dodge and retreat.

"Come on, you coward! Try to fight back. I dare you!" he shouted.

It's always like this... I'm always the weak one...

I tripped and started to lose my balance. He took advantage, slamming his practice sword into my ribs.

The pain exploded. I fell. But he didn't stop there. He kicked me hard in the stomach, sending me flying.

I gasped. As my body screamed in pain. He stood over me. "Hah! You're nothing but a joke! You'll never be anything at this rate!"

Kaien turned away.

And Father said nothing.

I layed on the ground, broken. In this world... and the last... I've never had the strength to anything... it never even mattered if I did.

I clenched the ground, forming a fist. While tears rolled down my face. But I want to change... even if it's just a little.

And deep inside me—something stirred.

"I WANT TO CHANGE! I WANT TO BE FREE" I screamed from the bottom of my soul, my voice cracking with both the rage and desperation.

Then, in that moment, something inside me shifted.

I heard a voice—echo from the depths of my being.

And it said, "Then break your chains. And be free."

And then... I felt it. A heat rising in my chest, surging outward. The air around me rippled, distorted.

And then—

Rodric snarled, "What the hell is going on?!"

Father shouted, "Rodric! Stand back!"

Kaien, who was walking away, suddenly stopped. Turned, startled, and looked back.

What he saw was me—standing tall on my feet, my head lowered, my hair shadowing my eyes.

But even I knew something was different.

Rodric sneered, "Huh? Wait... you're actually standing? Maybe I should've broken your legs after all."

I didn't say a word. I just stood there, silent.

And that silence—it shook him. "What the hell did he just do?" Rodric muttered.

Then I whispered, quiet but clear, "O ember small, hear my will."

Rodric narrowed his eyes. "Huh? The hell is he muttering on about?"

Father felt it too now.

And Kaien's eyes widened. Wait what is he? he thought.

I slowly raised my hand, pointing it straight at Rodric.

Rodric barked, "What are you doing? Practicing magic? I'll end you before you—"

He charged straight at me. But that was his mistake.

I roared, "Ignite the spark within—burn and flare—FIREBALL!"

At that moment, the flame exploded from my palm. It didn't just form—it erupted. A blazing sphere, larger and hotter than anything I'd ever seen before.

All three men froze in place.

Rodric's eyes widened in horror. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

Father shouted, "Rodric, MOVE! NOW!"

But I whispered, "Too late."

With a sharp breath, I released it. The force knocked me slightly backward, and the fireball tore through the air like a comet.

Rodric dove to the side, just barely avoiding the center—but it singed of his hair.

The blast struck the wall behind him, exploding in a wave of heat and fire, engulfing everything in its path in roaring flames.

Silence.

Everyone was frozen.

And then—I collapsed.

Not because of the injurys. But because something inside me had been drained. I felt lightheaded... dizzy...

As my vision blurred and I hit the ground, that same voice whispered again:

"Now they will fear you."

And as darkness consumed me, I knew. What I had just done would never be forgotten.