12 Episode 5. Leave Storm Star (1)

And another six months have passed.

March 12, 1790. Spring is slowly approaching in the Mitel Kingdom, which unfolded below Storm Castle, and Jean was about to leave Storm Castle half a year later after her 10th birthday.

As much as Murakan promised 100 apple pies, Luna did not announce his presence to the family.

But I couldn't get an apple pie, because at the time Jin also bet on the side that Luna didn't let him know.

For the past six months.

It was a quiet and boring time for the storm protectors and servants, and for Jean it was a time of growth that passed like the wind.

"I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it."

Murakan stared at Jean and uttered his tongue.

"It's not enough to pull the mana shift from 10 minutes to 5 seconds in a year, and it's been half a year since I was able to breathe out the mana opening. I doubt it with my own eyes.”

Jin completed the completion of the Mana Movement, which Murakan predicted for two years, in a year as planned, and completed the Mana Opening in the six months that Luna's departure.

He successfully managed to control the progress. However, it was not just about adjusting the progress.

In my previous life, I didn't have time for this kind of training because I was running to five stars in a short period of three years. Since he started at the late age of 25, he had no choice but to speed up.

However, I slowly and repeatedly opened up the mana movement and felt like I had reached another area. Just as the scenery is different when you are running at full speed and walking.

"It's always been the case since I met you, and it's new that Yu-byeol."

In addition, the opening of Mana, which began shortly after Luna left, was opened.

He, too, had already been as easy as mana movement, but he was a great reviewer for six months. In his previous life, he could find that his basic skills were quite poor.

"You're lucky this is stormy, kid. If it was like the Vision Imperial Academy, I'd probably hate you for being unlucky."

That's the story Jin has heard from "Master" several times in his previous life.

What's your teacher doing by now? I guess he's still sniffling.’

Suddenly, I remembered the face of my teacher who reminded me that he had a talent for magic. The wizard who taught Jean at that time was two years younger than him.

'And then, it was seven. That's looking at the 8 star. There are so many natural people in the world. Don't be swayed, always be serious. without missing a thing.’

Jean shrugged and laughed.

"So, you're really learning to open up from today, aren't you?"

"Yes. Tell me when you're done with the transcription.”

"Murukan. Aren't you too uninterested in me? You finished your visionary handwriting a week ago."

The transcription of the other family's visionary, which was allowed only by the rider, was completed except for those that were not necessary.

I still couldn't understand the vision, but the more I could improve my sword skills in the future, the more valuable the manuscripts were.

Now, until we leave the storm, we only have to learn to open up.

When Murakan first spoke of opening up his spirits, he did not think that full-fledged training would begin in the storm.

It was only meant to burn the will, and until he left the storm, he was destined to be dogged by Jean.

"Oh, I did. Not if I'm not interested in you. Then, let's start right away."

Murakan, who had a voice of great seriousness, seated Jean as the seat of the throne.

"To tell you in advance, the opening of the spirit cannot be completed in a short period of time as it has been so far."

"Okay."

"So don't be impatient. It's a basic and lethal technique. I'll give you a demonstration first."

Wha-ak!

As soon as the horse was finished, from near Murakhan, black energy rose like smoke.

It was spiritual. If the fog was just blurry, Murakan's spirituality was deep and dark enough to absorb even light.

It was Jin's first time seeing him since he formally greeted him.

'It looks much thicker and heavier than my spirit.'

Whoo-hoo... ...gazing closely at Young-ki, who was dancing like Jean was dancing.

It's as if the spirits are beckoning themselves to come in here. I almost reached out into the spirit without realizing it.

"The colors of the power are different, but they look pretty much the same as when the mana was opened, right?"

"Yes, it looks much more mysterious."

"Wizardmen's opening of mana is the act of connecting their own mana to the mana that exists in nature. What did I say I was after through it?"

"Restore horsepower and strengthen magic."

"Yes. Use the forces of nature to fill the fallen mana, and raise the magical power to unfold next. The same is true of the opening of the spirit. However, there are some differences."

"What's the difference?"

"Energy opening is not about connecting your power to nature. It connects nature to you."

"Selfish..." ...to me?"

It is a concept that is hard to understand.

Orr and mana in man, they are like rivers.

The river always flows toward the sea. And the river is never bigger than the sea. It's just a branch of the ocean stretching out to land.

Young-ki's case was the opposite.

"Shadow."

said Murakan, scattering the spirit, which was half covering his body.

"Spirit is derived from shadow after all. So, where did the shadow start?”

It's a simple and short question. However, it was also a question of the mysteriousness of God.

"Maybe it started with a solderlet."

It's not 'I'm sure'. All the shadows in the world are obviously born of the wind of Soldierlet. "Solderet is the master of all the shadows in the world, and you are his only contractor."

Murakan gave strength to his voice and continued his backstabbing.

"that is, you can also be the master of all shadows in the world."

To pull to oneself countless river streams, called 'shadow'. To themselves, who are their origin, the sea.

That was the opening of the spirit.

Murakan's spirits began to form small vortexes one by one. It was a little larger than a plum, but in an instant thousands gathered together to form a colorful and colorful pattern.

"See what happens from now on."

Jean watched the Murakhan with a great deal of sensation. It seemed as if this moment of watching, what changes the opening of the spirit would bring to him, was passing infinitely slowly.

'What the hell!'

When a full-fledged change came into sight, Jin had no choice but to swallow his breath.

A glass tube visible to the back of the Murakan.

Candlesticks and torches spread out near the glass tube.

Their shadows, laid low in the dark cellar, were turning like a long stream of water, pushing into the whirlpool of Murakan. Turning his head reflexively and looking back, so was the shadow of the bookcase.

I felt dizzy.

Extreme distinctions that had never been experienced were eating through the body. I was so nervous that my fist was wet, and I felt like I was going to take a back step without realizing it.

Is it an optical illusion?

That thought brought Jean to her senses. But it's not an illusion, it's an illusion. The shadows of things were clearly directed at Murakan.

Like a ghost.

Slowly drenched in darkness, all the fluffy hairs stand on edge under the pressure of the Murakan.

Exactly, there's nothing in the world he can't kill......it was such a sense of hypocrisy.

And Gene instinctively. I realized I shouldn't be crushed by the pressure. Isn't it rather shadows that should be feared, as Murakan said?

That dark and fearful force.

In the end he was going to swing.

When the fear was lifted from Jin's eyes, Murakan raised the corners of his mouth.

"Probably, it's a manner suitable for a thousand-year contractor."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Thousands of vortexes of shadows were stopping their movement. The shadow of the object, which was as long as a stream of water, gradually returned to its place.

The scene, which was presented after intense enlightenment, came as a perfectly stable and peaceful feeling for Jin.

As if the night was over. Or maybe the festival is over.

All the fallen shadows found their place.

Jean was sweating heavily, but she had a refreshing look on her face, taking off her shirt that stuck to her chest.

"What do you say?"

"That's it."

"Is that it? I've shown you this Murakan's duel.”

"It felt like the day and night in this basement had changed your way."

As if pleased with the expression Jean hurriedly took out, Murakhan nodded.

"Day and night. It's been a long time since I heard that expression. Since ancient times, people have liked to associate young people with such words. The ruler of the night, the creature that makes darkness in the middle of the day. It's a little childish."

"Yes, it's childish."

"Right. Besides, the Night's Handler is a little... It's a nickname that can be misunderstood. That's what humans used to call me 2,000 years ago. Hahaha, come to think of it, it's not entirely wrong.”

What kind of dirty joke is this crazy dragon in front of a kid?

Jean swallowed such words and chuckled.

"Well, by the way. Can you feel it? In fact, it's no different from the application of mana opening, so I think you understand."

"I've got a very clear feeling. Give me an hour, and I think I can do the same.”

"This little guy's getting snobbish again, isn't he? As I said before, the opening of eternity is not complete in a short period of time.….”

"I know. I mean, I can open up my spirits, but I can't have the same power and effect as you. Ordinary bell-beeds, cilantro and novice are different, right?”

"Yes! That's why I said it was the beginning and the end of my career."

"Well, what is Murakhan's just showing you?"

"Middle. Or a little better than middle."

Middle.

Jean could be assured. Even if Zipple's Magicians show a nine-star magic demonstration, it won't be as good as the one we just saw.

Murakan didn't use his spirit to destroy something and show his power. Even without having to check it with the eyes, the superiority of the power of spirituality.

"When we reach our peak and complete our liberation, it is possible to annihilate a million great soldiers in a moment. If the shadow disappears from life, it means death.

Bboong bboong!

Suddenly, a couple of candlesticks hanging in the hallway broke and fell to the floor.

"And the disappearance of shadows from things means destruction."

Jean stared at the candlestick, unable to conceal the shock.

"......by the way, sir! I controlled the force because I didn't want to break it. Why is the candlestick falling off? Then we have to fix it before we go out. To annoy."

Woo-jik, Woo-jik, hoo-jee-jik!

It wasn't just the candlestick that was destroyed. There was also a large crack in the stone section of the glass tube where Murakan was asleep.

"Salt disease."

Murakan sighed, touching his forehead. It was the moment that Murakhan had something to do while he was waiting for Jean to come to the basement.