Completion of the Water Generation Magic
“Vio, wake up! We did it!”
When I opened my eyes, the Vice-Guildmaster and Teacher Doua’s faces were right up close.
Getting a close-up of adults right after waking up is kinda scary, so I wish they wouldn’t do that.
“Hold on there, Vio. Bet yer belly’s rumblin’, huh? I picked up some grub, so eat first,” Dad said.
Just as he said that, the door clicked open and the Guildmaster walked in carrying a whole bunch of food. Looked like he’d bought lunch from the food stalls outside.
“Thank you, Guildmaster. Oh—so it’s already lunchtime? Did I really sleep that long?”
“’Bout an hour, I reckon. Think of it as a quick nap.”
I was relieved I hadn’t slept for too long.
The Vice-Guildmaster brewed some tea, and we all dug into the stall-bought lunch together. Two of them were fidgeting impatiently, so it wasn’t exactly a relaxed meal—but since I take a while to eat, they ended up matching my pace anyway.
When we finished eating, the Vice-Guildmaster clapped a hand against the blackboard with a loud thunk and showed me what was written there.
O power gathered in my hand, become mist = Form the gathered mana into fine particles in your palms.
And spread through this place = Diffuse the mana into the air.
Draw forth water from the mana elements, forming a single mass = Gather moisture from the air—moisture that’s blended with your mana—and shape it into a sheet.
The mass gathered before me, be crushed and become water = Squeeze out the gathered essence.
X. Drain the mana from the produced water.
Four stages, each paired with a line of chant. But the last one—removing the mana—was left blank.
“Vice-Guildmaster, there’s no chant for extracting mana?”
“Ah, that part comes after the water’s been formed, so I didn’t include it in the creation spell. It’d just make it too long.”
“If someone can sense mana, they can handle that part without a chant anyway. And there already exists a spell specifically for mana extraction, so there’s no need to make a new one,” Teacher Doua added.
Apparently, when eating meat from strong monsters, too much residual mana can cause mana overload. It’s fine as crafting material, but when used as food, the excess mana has to be drawn out before cooking. Since adventurers often barbecue right out in the wild, that kind of spell is considered essential.
Once the chant was complete, the Guildmaster volunteered to test out the Water Generation Magic.
The others could already use it, so they said it’d be better if someone new gave it a try.
“Alright then, guess I’ll give it a whirl.”
[O power gathered in my hand, become mist, spread through this place, draw forth water from the mana elements, forming a single mass, and the mass gathered before me be crushed and become water!]As the Guildmaster chanted with his hand over a barrel, I could see the surrounding mana gathering and solidifying above it. Maybe that happened because he actually understood what the chant meant—but I’d like to see what happens if someone who doesn’t know a thing about it tries, too.
With a splash, splash, splash, water began filling the barrel.
Then the Guildmaster held his hand over the surface and moved it in slow, swirling motions through the air. I could see the mana in the water spinning upward, flowing into his hand like a tiny whirlpool. Oh, that must’ve been him drawing his own mana out of it.
“Guildmaster, you did the mana extraction without chanting, huh?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Something like this—most seasoned adventurers can do it completely chantless,” he said with a grin.
So it really does come down to practice.
If you were to chant, the line would be:
“Draw” huh? That sounds more like ‘a tie’ in English… but I guess not all spells are literal translations. Maybe it was something the old Heroes named.
After finalizing the chant, we had the academy teachers test the Water Generation Magic.
“This is a spell to produce drinkable water. First, I’ll just share the chant—please try casting it as-is.”
Poor teachers. Barely any explanation and suddenly thrown into a new experiment.
Still, even without knowing what to expect, they managed to produce water.
It just took a lot of mana, and only a cupful came out each time.
Once everyone got similar results, the Vice-Guildmaster demonstrated the full process—showing how to remove mana properly—and had them drink that water before trying again.
The second time around, everyone except Mrs. Ariana managed to make noticeably more water.
“But why does water come out of nowhere? It’s just mana gathering, right? Wait—so mana gathering makes water? How’s that even possible?”
“There are plenty like her at the academy. That’s why real discoveries are so rare. Ariana, you still start from the desk, not the field, don’t you?”
“Teacher Doua…”
So it seemed: Mr. Edel was the intuitive type; Mr. Paul and Mrs. Elia trusted their instincts and cast it without question; and Mrs. Ariana couldn’t use it until she understood it logically.
She started muttering to herself in circles, until Teacher Doua gently guided her back to reality.
To help her understand, he and I began explaining the concept of matter’s state changes.
“First off, when this water gets cold, it freezes—you know that, right?”
“Yes. I can’t make it happen myself, but I’ve seen water freeze near the end of the Wind Season,” Mrs. Ariana replied.
Since there was still water left from the earlier tests, I asked Teacher Doua to freeze it for us.
“Sure thing.”
[O water held in this hand, tremble within thyself, and with the chill of frost, freeze all things, Ice.]With his hand over the bucket, he chanted, and the water turned whitish from the center out, crackling as it froze.
I’d heard that ice is when molecules solidify—but the chant said “tremble within thyself.”
Was that a play on “shivering with cold”? Maybe it helps the caster visualize it better.
Once the water froze completely, I realized the bucket would break if we tried to boil it afterward.
“Ah, sorry, Teacher Doua! I forgot the next step was to heat and boil it. Could we transfer it into something heatproof first, then freeze it again?”
“Hmm? Hah, of course. Shall I return this one to liquid, then?”
Despite his fame as a powerful mage, Teacher Doua was surprisingly easygoing and accommodating.
You’d expect a renowned wizard to say something like, ‘My magic is too precious for trifles!’ but he was calm and willing to experiment—almost like the headmaster of that magic school.
The Guildmaster brought a small iron pot, we poured the water in, and Teacher Doua froze it once more.
“Thank you, Teacher Doua. So, in this state, it’s solid. When heated, it melts back into water—that’s the liquid state.”
“Yes, I follow,” Mrs. Ariana nodded.
Teacher Doua chanted [Fire], and the pot’s contents quickly melted. The flame wasn’t an explosive burst—it appeared as a soft, floating orb of heat that enveloped the pot and vanished in seconds.
“Teacher Doua, now could you heat it from below this time? I want it to bubble and boil.”
“Got it.”
He chanted [Fire] again, and this time a gentle flame flickered beneath the pot, like a small stove burner.
Amazing! Though I wanted to gush about it, I had to stay focused.
Soon, the water began bubbling and steaming.
“When you heat the liquid further, it boils. The steam rising here is the water becoming vapor—its gaseous state.”
I held a glass of water above the pot, and droplets began forming on its bottom as the steam touched it.
“And when that gas cools, it returns to liquid—like this. Thank you, Teacher Doua, that’s enough.”
He extinguished the fire, and Dad took the glass from me.
“In nature, this happens all the time. Vapor rises to the sky, cools, and returns to the ground as rain.
So even if we can’t see it, the air’s full of tiny bits of water.
Water Generation Magic doesn’t make water from nothing—it just gathers and squeezes out the water already floating in the air.”
When I finished, everyone—teachers and Guildmaster alike—was staring at me, mouths agape.
Oh right. I’m five years old. Explaining it like that might’ve been a bit much.
“My mom told me about it when she was growing herbs in the garden! She called it a ‘mystery of nature’—and she even made a shining rainbow once!”
“Oh? A rainbow—the fairies’ bridge seen after rain? You say she could create one?” Teacher Doua asked, intrigued.
Okay, maybe dropping the “Mom said so” line was pushing it—but at least Teacher Doua and the Vice-Guildmaster bit. Too bad it wasn’t really magic.
Wait… are fairies actually real here?
“Ahh, I heard yer mother was a famous adventurer. Sounds like she was real sharp, too. You even knew card games—bet she was raised as a proper lady,” Dad said with a chuckle.
“Holy magic is said to be harder to learn than elemental spells. Perhaps Vio’s mother was a noble who studied properly from a young age,” Teacher Doua mused.
They started speculating freely, but… Mom, a noble?
That image didn’t line up at all. Still, I didn’t really know what nobles were like in this world, so I couldn’t argue.
Once Mrs. Ariana finally grasped the concept of state changes, she succeeded in reproducing the Water Generation Magic.
At Teacher Doua’s suggestion, the Vice-Guildmaster then sprayed the water into the air like mist—creating a beautiful rainbow in the guild’s back garden.
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