"Yes, Llarm! You're getting it!" Lucy shouted across the courtyard, his voice carrying over the rustle of morning wind and chirping birds.
The trio—Gindu, Eri, and Llarm—sat cross—legged on the grass, eyes closed, hands resting on their knees, each probing the quiet depths of their own mana. Golden sunlight bathed the field in a warm hue, casting long shadows behind their still forms.
For the past three months, Lucy had been drilling them on the fundamentals of mana circulation. Thanks to his god-blessed ability, what had taken him an hour was taking them weeks. Still, he couldn't blame them.
'They don't have a magic cheat code wired into their brains,' he reminded himself.
Lucy winced slightly, memories of his initiation flooding back—the blinding headache, the pressure of arcane knowledge crashing into his skull like a tidal wave.
'These lucky bastards won't even feel a thing, he thought, half-jealous.
