Magic Class

After Sir Kaelen class was done the student moved to there second most import class, that being Magic Class, they enter the class, the teacher for that Class was Cinder, as she saw everyone take the seat's.

Cinder then spoke Looking at all her new student. "I am your magic Teacher for the next 4 year's, I will be teaching you all about Magic and Especially your Magic Zone".

Behind her the board was covered in mathematical formula and, as all these were related with the class

The students filed into the classroom, settling into their seats. Arthur took a moment to glance around, feeling the weight of the moment settle over him. Magic Class was undoubtedly one of the most important subjects here, especially since it was directly tied to their ability to shape and control their magic zones.

Cinder stood in front of the class, her eyes scanning over the room as the last of the students took their seats. She was tall, poised, and had an air of authority about her that commanded respect. Her red hair framed her face in waves, and her intense blue eyes seemed to pierce through the students, assessing them with a glance.

"I am your magic teacher for the next four years," Cinder began, her voice clear and steady. "I will be teaching you all about magic, but more importantly, about your Magic Zone. This is the very core of your magical potential. Understand it, and you will be able to control your power. Misunderstand it, and you will struggle with every spell, every spellcaster's challenge."

Arthur straightened in his seat, the mention of the Magic Zone sparking his interest even further. This was it—the key to his understanding of magic in this world. It wasn't just about casting spells; it was about learning to control an entire zone, a space of magical energy that could be manipulated.

Behind Cinder, the blackboard was covered in a dense array of mathematical formulas, complex equations that Arthur could barely comprehend at first glance. Symbols intertwined with numbers, and there were sequences that seemed almost nonsensical—yet Arthur knew these formulas were crucial to understanding how magic worked here.

"Many of you may be familiar with basic forms of magic," Cinder continued, "but here, we do not rely on the simple concepts of casting spells. We build our power from the ground up. This is where you will learn how to tap into the energy of your Magic Zone and control the very fabric of reality around you."

She paused for a moment, letting the weight of her words sink in. Arthur's mind raced with possibilities. The formulas on the board—he had a feeling they weren't just for show. They were a part of the magic system, guiding how each of them would shape their own zones.

Cinder then looked at all the students as she spoke. "Your Spirit Zone have different form, this how you will use your Magic, you can shape your spirits zone too different shapes for what you need".

As she started too write on the board as she also explained it

"Circle Form: The basic, non-combat form.

Defense Form: Protects the mage by forming a deltahedron; adding more faces enhances defense.

Attack Form: Used for combat, often in a star shape.

Cross Form: Extends the zone in four directions, increasing rotational speed.

Detached Form: A free-moving form not centered on the mage, suitable for specialized mages.".Schema: A form of magic that enhances physical abilities by creating a schematic of one's body, allowing for superhuman feats. Users can unlock multiple schemas, each providing different enhancements.

Spells: Specific magical abilities include:

Teleportation: Allows the user to teleport within a 10-meter radius.

Flight: Enables the user to fly by combining passive and blow-type magic.".

Cinder looked at her class as she spoke. "Magic is really more like science then anyone release and toon ranking mages now that, and we are here too teacher you about these now would someone like too come up".

"I will".

She looked up too a silver hair boy, with yellow eyes, unlike the rest of the students his weapon was spear. "Come forward Percival".

Percival, the silver-haired boy with yellow eyes, stepped forward confidently. His spear, a long weapon with a gleaming silver shaft and intricate runes carved along its length, seemed to shimmer with a faint magical aura. He held it with ease, though his calm demeanor suggested he wasn't one to boast about his skills.

Cinder glanced at him, nodding slightly. "Percival, I believe you will provide a great demonstration of what we're learning today."

Percival nodded and positioned himself at the front of the class. His gaze shifted to the board, where Cinder had written down the forms and abilities associated with Magic Zones. The class watched him with interest, eager to see what kind of magic he would demonstrate.

"You all will notice that magic takes on a more physical form than you might expect," Cinder continued. "Percival, show us your Defense Form."

Percival raised his spear and concentrated for a moment. The room seemed to grow tense as he channeled his magic. With a flick of his wrist, a shimmering geometric shape began to materialize in front of him. Slowly, it formed into a complex, deltahedron shape, its faces sharp and reflective, like mirrors. The edges glowed softly, and a protective aura enveloped him.

"This is the Defense Form," Cinder explained as the class observed. "The deltahedron is a solid with multiple faces. By adding more faces to the shape, the mage can enhance the zone's defensive capabilities, making it more difficult to penetrate. Percival can alter the faces based on how much protection he requires. The more faces, the stronger the defense, but also the more energy it consumes."

Percival lowered his spear and released the Defense Form, letting it dissolve into the air.

"Now, Percival," Cinder continued, "can you show us your Attack Form?"

Percival nodded again and raised his spear. His posture was more focused this time, as though preparing for something far more intense. The students shifted in their seats, eager to see the next demonstration.

With a sharp twist of his wrist, Percival's Magic Zone surged forward. A glowing star shape materialized, sharp edges twisting out from the center in a dynamic, expanding formation. The star flared with energy as it spun in place, its tips crackling with magical power. It was a perfect blend of elegance and force.

"This," Cinder said, "is Percival's Attack Form. The star shape is designed for combat, maximizing offense by focusing energy into sharp, concentrated points. The size and intensity of the star can be adjusted, but remember, this is a form intended for quick, decisive strikes."

Percival's star dissolved just as swiftly as it had appeared, leaving a faint glow in the air.

"Now, what about the Cross Form?" Cinder asked.

Percival took a deep breath and raised his spear once more. This time, the energy radiating from him was slightly different. A soft hum filled the air, and the Magic Zone expanded outward in four perfect directions. The space seemed to pulse as it extended, almost like the flow of energy was spinning in multiple directions at once, increasing in rotational speed. The cross-shaped form was precise and seemed to buzz with latent power.

"The Cross Form," Cinder explained, "expands the zone in four directions, increasing rotational speed and creating a more balanced, versatile shape. It's ideal for mages who need to control a larger area or require a more rapid, dynamic flow of energy."

Percival dismissed the form with another wave of his hand.

"Lastly," Cinder said, turning back to the board, "the Detached Form. Percival, would you demonstrate?"

Percival looked slightly more hesitant this time but nodded. He stepped back, holding his spear in both hands. His magic zone shifted once more, but this time, it detached from him, forming a separate entity that hovered beside him. The detached form, unlike the others, was free-moving and not tied to his immediate position. It seemed to hover in the air, gliding slowly around the room like a controlled storm cloud. This form wasn't centered on the mage but moved independently, able to follow commands at a distance.

"This is the Detached Form," Cinder explained. "It allows for specialized types of magic, particularly those who need to control their Magic Zones remotely. It's more difficult to manage, but it offers significant tactical advantages, as it doesn't require the mage to be in direct proximity to the zone."

Percival deactivated the Detached Form and returned to his position, standing at ease.

"Thank you, Percival," Cinder said, giving him a nod of approval. "You've shown us quite a bit today."

The class murmured in interest, some nodding in approval, while others exchanged impressed glances. Arthur, in particular, was fascinated. Each form had its purpose, each one unique to the person wielding it. The possibilities felt endless. Percival's control over his Magic Zone was impressive, but Arthur couldn't help but wonder how his own zone would manifest.

"Now," Cinder said, "these are the basic forms, but as you grow and develop your magic, you will learn to refine them, shape them, and even combine them for greater effect. Each of you will discover what works best for you. And remember, this is where the science of magic meets the art of control."

She paused for a moment, letting the words sink in.

"Now, I want each of you to try forming your own basic shapes," Cinder instructed. "Start with a simple Circle Form. It's the most basic, non-combat form, but it will give you a sense of your own magic flow. Focus on channeling your energy and making it manifest in that simple shape."

Arthur took a deep breath, his mind already racing with possibilities. This was his chance to feel his Magic Zone fully for the first time and begin understanding how to control it. He closed his eyes, focusing inward, and slowly started to channel his energy.

For the first time, Arthur could feel his magic truly begin to flow.

One by one all students went and did Arthur went too the teacher place, as he started too wonder. "What should I do, my Magic Zone is too big, it is the number or Pi".

Cinder gave him a look that say, I know what you thinking, which makes sense she was there yesterday when his Magic Zone was revealed, so he took a deep breath as he closes his eyes letting this flow and let what happens, happens.

Arthur stood before the class, he could feel the weight of Cinder's gaze. Her eyes were sharp, observant—she knew what he was thinking. He could feel the pressure building within him. His Magic Zone was unlike anyone else's—it was the number Pi, a seemingly endless, non-repeating decimal.

His mind was racing. What should I do? How am I supposed to control something so vast and complex? He knew that a standard Circle Form wouldn't work, and trying to force it into a simple shape could result in disastrous consequences. After all, the essence of his magic was the number itself—infinite, chaotic, yet strangely elegant.

Arthur closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts. He centered himself, focusing on the magical flow inside him. Don't fight it, he told himself. Let it move as it wants to. Let it find its own shape. Slowly, he extended his consciousness into his Magic Zone.

He could feel the energy swirling inside him, but instead of trying to force it into a basic form, he relaxed, allowing it to flow naturally. Slowly, like a drop of water turning into a ripple on the surface of a pond, his Magic Zone began to expand.

The shape that formed before him was strange—something far more intricate than a simple circle. It wasn't perfectly round, but it had an elegant, almost mesmerizing spiral. The form shifted slightly, its edges never quite settling, constantly flowing and moving, as if caught in a loop that was both infinite and self-contained. It was an abstraction of Pi itself—ever-expanding, yet defined in its own unique way.

Arthur's heart raced, but his face remained calm. He was doing it. He wasn't forcing the magic, but letting it flow as it wished. His magic was tied to an abstract concept—a mathematical idea, a constant—and somehow, it made sense that his Magic Zone would reflect that.

Arthur opened his eyes, taking a deep breath as he released the form. The swirling spiral of Pi dissolved slowly, the energy ebbing back into him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride mixed with relief. His Magic Zone had finally taken shape—unique, complex, and fitting for the chaos of Pi.

As Cinder clapped, the class watched in silence, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity. Arthur felt a wave of attention wash over him, but he managed to keep his focus on Cinder. She gave him an approving nod.

"Looks like we weren't wrong about you after all, Arthur," Cinder said with a slight smile. "You can go back to your seat now."

Arthur nodded, stepping back with a calm demeanor, though inside, his heart was still racing. As he walked back to his desk, he could feel the eyes of his classmates on him. Some were impressed, others clearly puzzled by what they'd just witnessed. They hadn't expected him to pull it off so smoothly.

He sat back down, and his mind continued to race with thoughts of his magic. His Magic Zone wasn't like anyone else's—it was something completely new, something that couldn't be easily categorized. It wasn't about brute force, speed, or even simple shapes. It was a reflection of something more abstract, more foundational. But how would he learn to control it fully? How would it work in combat, when it needed to be precise and focused?

For now, he pushed those questions to the back of his mind, focusing on the present. His demonstration had been a success, and he was starting to understand his magic a little better. It would take time, but he was ready for the challenge.

Cinder turned to the rest of the class. "Alright, now that you've all seen what Arthur is capable of, I want each of you to give it a try. Focus on your magic, and remember—don't try to force it. Let it find its own shape, its own purpose."

As the rest of the students began to work on their own Magic Zones, Arthur sat back, allowing himself a moment to reflect. He wasn't alone in this. Everyone here had their own challenges and strengths. He had a unique power, but so did each of them. The next few years would be a time of discovery—for himself, and for everyone else in the class.

Cinder's words echoed in his mind: "Magic is like science." And maybe, just maybe, the key to mastering it was to approach it like a puzzle—one piece at a time, and with patience.

To be continued

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