Ryo and Leon wandered through the bustling streets of the magic district, exploring the places Ryo had supposedly loved before his memory loss.
"This is where we used to hang out," Leon said, pointing to a small café. "And over there—" he gestured to a weapons shop "—is where you used to drool over magic swords you couldn't afford."
Ryo raised an eyebrow. "Couldn't afford?"
"Yeah, you were broke," Leon said bluntly.
Ryo frowned. "That doesn't sound right."
Leon smirked. "Oh, it is. You were kinda a loser, Carefree, constantly broke, always getting rejected—"
"Rejected?" Ryo interrupted.
Leon nodded, looking amused. "By so many girls. It was honestly impressive. You never took anything seriously."
Ryo was stunned. "That... sound terrible ."
Leon eyed him suspiciously. "Wait. You really don't remember any of this?"
"How can I fake a memory loss, Leon?"
Leon crossed his arms. "Well, this wouldn't be the first time you've tried to dodge paying me back."
Ryo groaned. "Are you seriously still bringing that up?"
"Are we not friends?" Ryo grinned. "Can't you just forget about the debt?"
"That's the same thing you always say to me," leo muttered.
Then, an idea struck him. He held out his hand, magic gathering at his fingertips. The air around him shimmered, the particles compressing together until—
Poof!
A massive, flawless diamond 💎 the size of two fists materialized in his palm.
Leon's eyes nearly popped out of his skull💀. "WHAT—?! How—?!"
Ryo smirked. "Simple. I compressed carbon atoms together to form a diamond."
Leon took a step back. "Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me you just casually performed an advanced seventh-class magic spell like it was nothing?!"
"Yeah, it was kinda difficult, but I found a simpler method."
Leon stared at the diamond, then back at Ryo, then at the diamond again. "What kind of godly scam is this?"
Ryo shrugged. "I guess I hacked the magic formula"
---
They took the diamond to a magic jeweler, who nearly fainted upon seeing its size. By the time they walked out of the store, their pockets were overflowing with gold coins.
Leon clutched his bag of gold like it was his firstborn child. "Ryo... do you realize what this means?"
Ryo nodded. "Yeah. We can afford a feast tonight."
Leon shook his head frantically. "NO! It means we're going to be richer than those noble brats who flaunt their money!"
Ryo chuckled, but deep down, he was thinking about something else. If I can use my magic-tech knowledge to manipulate materials like this… could I save my father's company?
A slow grin spread across his face.
"Hey, Ryo, what are you smiling about?" Leon asked.
"Nothing," Ryo said, raising his drink. "Let's toast—to a future full of wealth."
Leon grinned and clinked his cup against Ryo's.
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When they returned to school, their good mood instantly vanished.
Standing in the courtyard, waiting for them, was the prince's gang.
The leader stepped forward, his sword glowing faintly. "Ryo. I'm not satisfied with our last fight."
He raised his blade. "We will have a duel. Right here. Right now."