Preparations

Again, Zale slowly poured through the book containing knowledge of mana, a source of power he was familiar with only in theory. When he failed to wrap his head around it, Zale distracted himself with the Television that was mounted proudly on a wall of the lounge.

The large flat screen aired a cartoon about hunters. Though it was meant for children, Zale felt nostalgic watching the characters run around haphazardly tossing out blessings left and right at monsters. Though devoid of the true threats of the hunter occupation, the cartoon still had a sense of danger for the main character and his group.

This show was interrupted by a series of ads. "Offer your prayers to God. Pray for his blessing to protect our beautiful country. Become a hunter today!"

One of Elvash's own advertisements. Zale rolled his eyes. "Not like we don't already pray every day for something to be done about the monsters," he complained.

The next ad was for the God of Blessings' church in its attempt to reign in more followers. Zale could only imagine how they warped and twisted things to get money from big companies and individuals alike. "Can't be a hunter? Be a follower! Yeah, as if anyone doesn't already worship and pray to God all the time," Zale mocked.

He sighed and turned his attention back to his tablet.

-how are blessings and mana connected?-

His conclusion came back around again and again that they were completely separate entities. One was from a god, the other something more akin to science, though he didn't understand it any better thinking like that.

His conclusion helped none in solving his catch 22 of needing to control mana to make a core that lets him control mana.

He gave up at last and returned to the garage after watching TV for another half hour. "Maybe visiting the altar will give me a hint," he pondered.

"Talking to yourself, Zale?" a man with short brown hair, a rugged face with a neatly trimmed beard, and broad shoulders said, coming up behind Zale.

Zale spun around, a bright smile on his face. "Daren! Long time no see, buddy!"

Daren laughed and clasped the hand Zale offered. "Back at you. I guess I'll have my gym partner back, huh?" Daren said excitedly.

Zale laughed, but then motioned to himself up and down. "Not anytime soon. I'm still recovering, as you can see. My body enhancement keeps me going for now."

Daren was sad but accepted the fact with grace. "Well, I'm just glad you're alright. Are you ready for today?"

"As I'll ever be. Marcus is getting me set up with some different gear. How are the newbies looking?" Zale asked as they started into the garage.

The five trainees were already inside and gearing up. Daren cringed at the question. "Rough. A few have promise, but I worry about the rest. They're a lot like me when I started," Daren reminisced.

"Don't worry. They'll be right as rain under your instruction."

Daren laughed, then motioned to the group. Well, I'm glad you put that much confidence in me. Anyway, shall we?"

Zale agreed, and they both went to get ready. Marcus prepared equipment for Zale: a plain black sweater, pants, and boots, all enchanted for basic protection. They were rudimentary but enough to get the job done. In addition, he wore the spider silk robe, his two rings, and the necklace. With the crew ready, they climbed in the armored van and set out for No Man's Land.