"Hmm... Given your current state, it should be safe to try."
Makarov stroked his beard, pondering for a mont before nodding in approval.
"But the mont you feel sothing's wrong, you stop imdiately."
His tone turned stern as he fixed Rayne with a serious look.
From what he'd observed, Rayne wasn't the reckless type—if anything, the boy was too disciplined for his age.
But summoning magic was no joke.
Better to be safe than sorry.
"Understood."
Suppressing his excitent, Rayne nodded.
Within him, Ddraig sharpened her senses, equally curious—both about the nature of this magic and which dragon would answer the call.
As Rayne activated his magic again, he imdiately noticed the difference from his first attempt in the dorm.
Back then, it had been pure instinct—an unstoppable surge.
Now, it felt like holding a remote control. Start. Stop. All at his will.
Mana flowed smoothly under his command, and soon, he sensed a connection forming—
An image of a white-scaled dragon, curled up peacefully, flickered in his mind.
Kanna Kamui. In her true form.
All he had to do was complete the summoning, and she'd cross into this world.
But Rayne hesitated.
"Kanna?"
Instead of finalizing the spell, he reached out ntally.
Over the past weeks, he hadn't just trained—he'd studied [Dragon's Origin].
One thought had nagged him:
If summoning her full form drains my mana instantly... what if she ca in a human shape instead?
Now, with better control and Makarov as backup, it was ti to test his theory.
In the vision, the white dragon stirred, tilting her head in confusion when she found no one around.
Then—
"Rayne! Are we playing?"
A bright, childlike voice echoed in his mind.
Rayne's lips curled into a grin. It worked.
"Can you co in human form? My mana can't sustain your true body for long."
He kept his ntal voice calm, but anticipation thrumd through him.
If this succeeded, it would revolutionize how he used [Dragon's Origin].
The magic had limits—his soul's "vessel" could only bond with one dragon and one item at his current level.
But the real prize wasn't the summons themselves.
It was the feedback.
The deeper his bond with a dragon grew, the more their draconic essence would strengthen him—enhancing his mana, body, and soul.
And this wasn't a one-ti deal.
As his soul grew stronger, he could form new bonds, stacking the benefits.
That was the true power of [Dragon's Origin].
Summons were tools.
This was evolution.
"Mm!"
The dragon nodded eagerly. Light engulfed her massive form, shrinking it rapidly.
anwhile, in the real world—
"Why's it taking so long?"
Makarov frowned, watching Rayne stand motionless.
The boy's mana was stable, but the prolonged silence was unnerving. Just as he debated interrupting—
Whoosh!
Rayne's magic flared abruptly.
A pale magic circle—etched with that strange branching pattern—lit up beneath his feet.
"Wait, is he summoning it HERE?!"
Makarov's eyes bulged. He'd assud this was just a control exercise—not an actual summoning!
Images of a giant dragon crashing through the guild hall flashed through his mind.
"Damn kid's as unpredictable as the others..."
He groaned, glancing around. At least they were in the back courtyard, with the ocean behind them.
Maybe no one would notice—
Then the light faded.
No towering beast. No chaos.
Just... silence.
"Huh?"
Makarov blinked, scanning the skies. Nothing.
"Human~ Should I beat him up?"
A tiny, deadpan voice piped up from ground level.
"What?"
Makarov looked down.
And t a pair of sapphire-blue eyes—deep, calm, and utterly inhuman.
"Those eyes...?"
A strange sense of déjà vu hit him. Where had he seen them before?
Shaking it off, he finally took in the girl's full appearance:
Snow-white horns, curved like crescent moons.
A long, swaying tail.
And an outfit unlike anything in Fiore.
"A Take Over mage?"
That was his first thought. While Fiore had all sorts of oddities, physical traits like these usually ant monster-possession magic.
"Kanna, the Master's a friend."
Rayne's voice was lighter now, a faint smile on his lips.
It worked.
The mana drain was steady but manageable—nowhere near the catastrophic cost of summoning her true form.
Now, all that remained was deepening their bond.
"A hatchling? But her energy's no joke."
Ddraig's voice purred with approval. Even as a juvenile, Kanna's power was formidable—enough to rival high-tier beings in her world.
"Pity I lack a body, and she's still growing. Otherwise, I'd love a duel."
There was a hint of regret in her tone—though she'd never actually fight a child.
That'd just be embarrassing.
"Rayne... IS SHE THAT DRAGON?!"
Makarov's shout tore through the courtyard, his jaw practically hitting the ground.
The pieces had clicked.
Those eyes. That presence.
The white-scaled behemoth from the forest—now in the form of a small, horned girl.
Rayne just smiled.
"et Kanna Kamui."
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