Magic Class
The moment the five of us stepped into the room together, I felt something was off. What was it?
“Oh my, is something troubling you?”
“my, what’s the matter?”
“My, oh my, I wonder if it’s something we can help with?”
As I glanced around restlessly, the three sisters asked me what was wrong.
So I told them about the strange sensation I had when entering the room.
“Oh my, perhaps it’s because there’s magic cast on this room.”
“My, so you noticed. This room is used for magic and martial arts training, so it’s heavily enchanted to prevent the walls and such from getting damaged.”
“My, oh my, we didn’t even notice. Maybe you’re good with magic, Vio.”
The three sisters explained it to me, and it always starts with Mare.
It’s not like they’re coordinating or anything, but maybe that’s just something triplets naturally do?
Still, magic, huh…
There’s definitely a defensive barrier. This place isn’t only for students of the school, so if adults also train here, it must get pretty intense. I’m sure the barrier is quite powerful.
“Also, a magic circle to expand the space is used here. The room is about twice as big as it actually is. Nice to meet you, Vio. I’m Ariana of the human race. I teach magic studies.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Vio. Pleased to meet you, Miss Ariana.”
Spatial magic! I figured it existed since there are magic bags, but to see it actually used like this…
The one who spoke to me was a female teacher. She’s human too.
My dad said she was a good example of the kind of teacher I should look up to.
As the teacher entered the room, the first bell rang, and students began coming in.
The inside of the room was basically the ground—yeah, just dirt.
I don’t really know how else to describe it. There were no stone tiles or anything like that. It was just packed earth.
Inside the entrance, on the left, right, and back sides, there were stepped platforms forming a U-shape, and the students sat wherever they liked.
There weren’t any walls or anything, but I guess the steps were like benches?
Ding~ dong~
“Okay, let’s get started.
The three sisters will practice mana control again today.
The six-and-up group will practice attack magic and support magic.
The targets are set up, so take turns using them.
And the three five-year-olds will practice daily life magic.”
So it's divided by age here too.
Well, there’s probably a difference in mana amounts as well, and from what they said during introductions, I guess they make you master daily life magic before moving on to attack spells.
But the oldest one is doing mana control practice?
Maybe that’s why the guildmaster and the others were so surprised?
I think it’s amazing to be able to use magic even without starting with mana control, but I bet magic is easier to use once you’re familiar with controlling your mana.
“My brother can already use Fireball and looks so cool, but I’m still stuck with daily life magic. Cheh…”
Watching Len sulk a bit made me understand why they have this order—so the kids who want to use attack magic don’t get discouraged.
Trying to teach mana control first might not work since it’s not something you can see, so they probably don’t stick with it.
By letting them actually try using magic, they realize that their power is unstable or that something feels off. Then they understand the importance of control and become able to handle the repetition involved once they’re older. That’s probably how it works.
“Wow, why so much?!”
“Just aim for the target and fire!”
“F-Fireball!!”
BOOOOOOOM
The Fireball that Len’s older brother, Lun, fired was about the size of a tennis ball, but the one Tony the rabbit launched just now was the size of a basketball.
It probably wasn’t intentional—it just ended up that big.
Only Maggy Shinji could get away with “It just got bigger.”
Miss Ariana rushed over and asked both of them what happened, then gave Tony a thorough scolding.
Apparently, he wanted to show off in front of the new kid and got more fired up than usual—except it wasn’t just enthusiasm; he poured too much mana into it, and it nearly exploded.
Rather than impressing anyone, it nearly became a traumatic event.
I’m glad Tony and the others are okay.
He’s lying down on the bench from exhaustion, and he looks a bit pale.
“Mana depletion causes symptoms like headaches, nausea, and dizziness. It won’t kill you, but you can lose consciousness depending on the situation.
It might be fine in a training ground like this, but if that happened during a monster subjugation, you could end up being killed.
So it’s important to always keep track of your remaining mana and avoid using reckless spells. It’s good to experience mana depletion once, but make sure to do it in a safe environment.
Mana recovers naturally with sleep, but in the field, we often use mana recovery potions.
The more effective the potion, the more expensive it is, and if you take in more than your maximum mana capacity, you might experience something called mana intoxication. That’s why knowing your own mana capacity is very important.”
There are games where running out of MP leads to death, but here the worst that happens is passing out. Well, but if you're in the field with monsters, passing out = death.
It's a common trope in light novels and games that running out of mana raises your max MP, but I wonder if that's the case here.
It seems that life magic was improved so that even people with low mana could use it, and no matter how many times I use Clean in a day, it doesn't feel like it's decreasing.
If that's the case, then unless I practice non-life magic, I might not be able to recover from depletion.
Mmm, guess I’ll look up some magic that can be safely practiced at home—aside from attack spells—in the reference room.
As I listened to the teacher's explanation, I was wondering what to do about the situation: Hachi was clinging to my left arm looking worried and saying “I wonder if Tony’s okay,” while Len was clinging to my right arm, trembling and muttering, “I-I’m fine not being able to use attack magic yet…”
Their tails were tucked so tightly between their legs that there was no sign of a “happy punch” coming.
“Oh my, are the two of you being protected by Vio instead of the other way around?”
The teacher, after giving Tony a recovery potion and instructing the older kids to continue their practice, came back.
Then, seeing my slightly troubled expression, she seemed to understand the situation.
“Th-that’s not it! We thought Vio might get scared, so we were protecting her!”
“I was a little scared~ Vio, you were scared too, right?”
Len quickly let go, and Hachi honestly admitted he was scared.
“I guess I was (mostly scared of not being able to resist the fluffiness nearby).”
Maybe the teacher could hear my inner voice, because she laughed, but didn’t press further. Instead, she offered to oversee our life magic practice.
“““Clean!”””
We each summoned a palm-sized water orb that wrapped around our hands and then popped and disappeared.
Next to me, someone made a water orb about the size of a small exercise ball.
Isn’t that too big?
“That’s too big. Make it smaller.” The teacher instructed, and the water orb vanished.
““Clean!””
The two of them chanted Clean again, and once again the orbs were about the same size.
When it comes to Clean, bigger isn’t necessarily better.
Do they make these huge water orbs every time they go to the bathroom?
Wouldn’t the water wash their butts and the contents of the chamber pot together?
Even if it disappears in the end, the thought of it mixing is unpleasant.
The teacher glanced at me, maybe because I succeeded on my first try, but I had no idea how to explain it.
And could the puppy and kitten not stare at me with those big sparkly eyes? You’re not abandoned animals in a soggy cardboard box!
“Maybe if you imagine the target, it’ll be easier? Like, if you want to wash your hands, just think about the amount that would cover your hands. ‘Clean,’ okay?”
I summoned a water orb just big enough to cover my palms and showed them.
The two of them looked at their own hands, then at mine, then back at their own.
“Can I practice washing your hands, Vio?”
Maybe it’s hard to visualize using their own hands?
To show my approval, I held out both hands, palms up. After the chant “Clean,” a water orb formed around my hands, then popped and disappeared.
“I did it!”
Hachi wagged his tail wildly and bounced up and down with joy.
Len looked frustrated and hung his head, so I held out my hands and asked, “Want to try too, Len?” He nodded and chanted “Clean.”
Just like before, a small water orb appeared, wrapped my hands, and popped.
“I did it too!”
Len exclaimed, and then did a backflip in excitement.
Whoa! As expected of a cat!!
He and Hachi gave each other a high five, and even though my hands had been washed multiple times, watching them made me happy too.
“After all that practice, they couldn’t do it, but with just one word from you, Vio, they managed it. You really have the makings of a teacher. Amazing.”
The teacher also looked relieved, which was good.
Even if they’re told “make it smaller,” it must be hard if they can’t visualize the size.
They’re boys, so I doubt they help with the dishes at home…
“Len, Hachi, you should help out at home by washing the dishes after meals.
Try washing one plate at a time using Clean. Cups and plates are different sizes, right?
If you get used to matching the size when you wash, you’ll get better at it, and I think your moms will be really happy about it too.”
““We’ll do it!””
They spun around energetically, full of motivation.
Mrs. Lilium, Mr. Taki, it looks like you’ve got some new helping hands!
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