Rogue Razor

By the end of the week, Hadwyn had learned some new basic techniques, like hitbox.

Hitbox was Hadwyn’s favorite. Basically, hitbox was an area flow that allowed you to apply and effect or just raw damage, even if you missed the attack, depending on how far you missed it. And the last week, he had learned more than he had his entire life at the guild:

“Your body has a chain of command.” Peter had said, his legs propped up on a stool while he sat on a wooden chain. Teresa had grabbed the talc and rubbed it across the black board:

(Soul)

Body

Essence

Heat dispelled (Aura) ←-→ (Chakra): Energy flow/ Mana converter.

Ground ←-→ Neutral

Neutral:

Field (Not to be confused with Aura)

Flow (Control and distribution center)

Emitters (Connected directly to Flow.)

Lesson one:

Direct current and Alternating current.

“By now, you’ve probably got the hang of the things I’ve taught you, and you’re probably comfortable with those flows. The thing with that is, however, you have been using DC this entire time.” He had paused to think for a moment, “Now, DC is good and all, it’s quick, simple, and doesn’t require your constant attention or maintenance. But the downside is you don’t get any feedback.”

Hadwyn raised his hand.

“Yes Hadwyn?”

Hadwyn couldn’t help but smile. He had spent more time than ever the following week reading everything he could find about flow. He had learned about spells as well. Yes, spells that he swore he would never attempt again. But he had given it a second chance and had been able to cast a few.

He knew of one in particular; Hit counter.

“Hit counter, sir.” Hadwyn said. “A spell that easily works alongside any attack, no matter what it's based on.”

“That’s good, Hadwyn, but spells are not sourced from you, remember?”

There was silence.

He sighed. “Please allow me to explain again. When you cast a spell, true, it will take energy from you, but it will cut the connection. To process it… You know what? Teresa, erase the board please… No! Actually just flip it over.”

She flipped the board over and Peter got up. “Allow me.” He motioned for Teresa to give him the stick. She gave it to him and sat down, looking curious as to what Peter would teach next.

“Let’s talk about spells for a moment.” He paused, “I assume no one at your previous teachings ever bothered to explain how a spell actually works.”

No one responded.

He chuckled. “Personally, I think the public education system is a load of bullshit. Do this, do that, don’t ask questions. That’s it, I'm gonna fail you!”

“Will you be failing us?” Sophia asked.

“I would, If I were a guild professor. But the difference between me and guild funded pricks is that I actually give a damn about you. I did everything to get this job.” He grunted, “The answer is no, Sophia. Failing is not an option. You are here because you are the most talented and fit for the job.”

He looked back at the board and scribbled on it. “Let's get back to business, shall we?”

He drew up and down waves:

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“This is what magic is stored as a spell. This is one of the fabrics of our world.”