"The first reason is 'passive'. Typically, people unconsciously abstain themselves when they use Ti magic. Why do you ask? Because most of them can't see ti as sothing they can interact with."
"Of course, I just showed you that it could actually be interacted with, a lot easier than you may have thought as well. But it's not sufficient to solve the problem. The real issue is that people think too much about consequences when they use Ti magic, and sotis, they do it the wrong way."
"Let explain. The consequences one could envisage are things like paradoxes due to ti travel, this passive thought prevents them from using Ti magic correctly. Because they tend to think that if they ss up sohow, they will create a parallel line or a devastating paradox. But it's only an assumption and a self-destructive move."
"Things like paradoxes are most likely possible, sa with parallel tilines, and that's the problem. No one has never really experienced sothing like that, nor ever tried. But people still think that they know what will happen and how it will happen. That's what hinders your Ti magic. False knowledge."
"Stop thinking about corollaries when you use Ti magic. Thinking about a theory of which you have no proof is true and don't really understand the process is the best way to make fail your magic," Arima smiled and a raised his index finger. "This is the first reason."
The students exhaled. They were already sweating buckets. Now, they were patiently waiting for the second reason. The first one was simple enough, but the sa wasn't definitely true for the second.
"Don't worry, the second reason is not that complicated as well," Arima said and everyone relaxed. "Well, it's even effortless. When you use Ti magic, you shouldn't try to control it. That's all," He declared and the listeners tilted their heads.
"Ti is definitely sothing that can't be controlled by humans. It would be like trying to control a higher dinsion. The only thing you can do with ti is work along with it. 'Cooperate', in another word. Contrary to space, ti doesn't compose us and we are not part of it. Ti is simply sothing that practically dictates our lives."
"Ti also enfolds everything. If you want to control it, you would need to be so kind of omnipotent being. That's why, instead of controlling it, you should strive to make a connection with the Space-Ti kind of 'ask' for its help," Arima explained and the students thought that it made sense.
"There's also a widely spread misconception. The most useful aspect of using Ti magic is to slow down or accelerate the flow of ti. But when they attempt to do it, they visualize that everything around them will suddenly go slower or faster, which is wrong. How could you affect the whole world by yourself? What are you? The creator?"
"The correct thod is to gather Space-Ti within your body and operate it to transform yourself into a sort of semi other-dinsional being. It's like temporarily going from 3D to 2D. But, of course, it puts a lot of strain on your body, so you can't use it for a long ti. "
"Well, that's it about Ti magic, I guess. There's still the practical use and the magic theory to talk about but I think you can find it out by yourself. For the forr, it's easy; ti breaking blades, aging, eroding, healing, etc As for the latter, it's entirely your choice to choose what kind of theory you want to pursue," Arima said and his students were surprised. They actually expected Ti magic to be more complicated, although they were happy it wasn't.
"Of course, Ti magic is still difficult to grasp, even with all of this. But, if you keep in mind everything that I told you today, you will definitely be able to improve naturally as you train it," Arima added and students nodded seriously.
He smiled then stood up. "Well, we did most of the work already. There are only two subjects remaining for to teach you; spiritual forces and a certain non-elental magic that I discovered by chance," Arima stated and the students were shocked by the last part.
A self-created attribute. They were astounded but extrely curious at the sa ti. "But before that, for a few days, I will coach you to help your progress with my teachings. Don't hesitate to inquire about anything you may not understand during that ti."
Arima announced and the forty students started to leave, except his picked-up group. Then, from that day onward, he started training them rather than teaching them.
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In the Ti Garden, Lilis was watching the images shifting on the pond's surface. She was following Arima's life as he grew up in the orphanage.
Arimane was a smart child, since the day he joined the orphanage, he tirelessly continued to learn new things. His thirst for knowledge and the way he morized it so easily even at his young age attracted the attention of the staff.
He soon beca a hot topic for them. He was the kid that was left strangely in front of the orphanage and he also turned out to be the smartest they ever saw.
As he grew older, Arimane started to talk to so others orphans in his division and he soon made friends. At the age of four, Arima could already speak like eight years old and his thoughts, although not that deep or complicated, were not sothing corresponding to his age.
In the sa week he turned four, he was transferred to another section of the orphanage, with children ranging between the age of four and ten. The lessons beca a bit more advanced but nothing too difficult for Arimane.
A few days after he entered that advanced class, so people wearing white coats ca in the middle of the day and gathered all the children who had recently transferred. Therefore, all of the four years old.
One after another, the kids were injected with sothing.
"What is that?" Arimane asked when it was his turn.
The woman making the injection smiled. "It's Nanomachines. They will make your body stronger and your mind a bit clearer," She explained and brought the syringe to Arimane's arm.
"Nowadays, children who reach the age of four in this orphanage are all injected with this," She said while making the injection, her words caught Arimane's focus so that he would feel less pain.
In the end, Arima felt absolutely nothing and looked at his arm in a daze as the nurse pressed cotton on his vein. "Done," She smiled. "Now you'll be able to live even longer."
Arimane blinked and nodded before leaving to let the next kid go. The next day, when he woke up, he imdiately noticed sothing. He was sure that sothing was different about his body. Then he rembered the injection he had the day before and ca to a realization. It was the Nanomachines working.
In fact, if the scientists that invented these machines were to know that Arimane noted the changes in one day, they would have been stupefied and would definitely try to research his body. Obvious effects shouldn't be felt. The Nanomachines could only improve the physical prowess and its internal defenses very slowly during the entire aging process of an individual.
The truth was that if they had scanned or investigated Arimane's body right then, they would have discovered that his tabolism reacted abnormally to the Nanomachines. His muscles transford a bit as if sothing was waking in them.
It was the sa for the machines themselves. They seed to have been programd to act considering the constitution of its host which is usually always the sa since every human has the sa biology. But in Arimane's case, the Nanomachines acted strangely. They actually improved his body even more than it was theoretically possible.
Of course, the boy in question wasn't aware of that. He didn't even know what Nanomachines were in the first place. He thought that his new physical ability was normal.
After that, the days and the years passed and Arimane continued to grow up. He kept learning more and more. To the point, he had read almost all of the books the orphanage had to offer when he was only seven years old.
It was at that age that Arima first started to have different thoughts and new ones at the sa ti. The more he learned about the world, the more he was confused and thrown into deep confusion, trying to understand.
Politics, wars, protests, racism, discrimination, dictatures, murders every ti he stumbled upon things like this, no matter how many tis he re-read it, there was only one word that he could pronounce.
"Stupid," Arimane muttered and put back the book he was holding. That book was about History and so important dates. History was the subject Arimane disliked the most. He was fed up of seeing so many nonsensical things. Every ti he saw sothing that he could not comprehend about history, he could only wonder.
"What is wrong with these people?" He uttered with an annoyed tone. He could only wonder what the hell was going through the heads of the people in those periods. "Were they all born ntally handicapped?" He wasn't even sarcastic, that's genuinely what he thought, literally.
When he was eight years old, Arimane joined a specialized program to train soldiers. Obviously, he nailed every exercise thanks to his unique constitution. A constitution that he still didn't notice at the ti.
It was only when he beca ten years old, with his mind becoming even sharper, that he realized that he was clearly different from others. No matter if it was speed, strength, endurance, resistance, he was considerably better.
A while after Arimane beca ten years old, the man who had registered him nine years before, Moria, showed up in front of him.
"From now on you'll be joining my squad. I will also be the one training you," He stated with a detached voice and a sharp look.
Arimane instantly nodded. He didn't even have any other thoughts than accepting. He never even considered refusing sothing coming from Moria. The latter was the captain of this orphanage's security. A forr sergeant major and a spec op soldier. He was recruited here to teach the children how to be soldiers. Basically, soone you don't want to get in your bad side.
"Follow ," Moria turned around and headed toward the main corridors of the orphanage. Arimane obediently followed. "Do you know what is the purpose of this facility?" Moria asked as they were walking.
Arimane nodded. "Yes, I think so."
Moria glanced at him. "This orphanage is an experintal organization made to train special forces who should be able to act at any mont if ever necessary. The ones who are trained here beco in the end, assassins, saboteurs, spies, and so on;" He explained with a straight face.
Arimane blinked and his eyes flashed with surprise. "Is it okay to tell that?"
"I'm telling you this because I estimated you to be perfectly ready to hear it," Moria answered and Arimane fell silent, he smiled though. Being praised and recognized was quite a gratifying thing at his age.
A few minutes later, they arrived at a sort of big dojo. There was already a group of people waiting there. Most of them were around 15 years old and all looked at Arimane when he entered with a probing stare.
"He's Arimane. He'll be the new entry to this squad," Moria pointed at him and quickly presented him.
"Nice to et you," Arimane coolly said.
The group of adolescents looked at each other and the older one, maybe around 17, turned toward Moria. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't think most of us would accept a ten-year-old child in our ranks."
Arimane smiled wryly and shrugged when he heard that. On the other side, Moria coldly stared at the boy who just spoke and the latter took a step back before bowing his head.
"Arimane is soone I deed to be perfectly worthy and prepared. If you want to add anything else, try to convince of the opposite, Erin. But beware since it would an you'll be trying to refute my decision."
"Yes!" Erin straightened his back and made a salute. When Arimane saw that, he frowned.
"(I hope I won't have to make that salute one day, it's awkward,)" A childish thought erged in his mind.
"But I, of course, understand that you all may be reluctant to accept him," Moria suddenly declared. "So, I'll have him prove himself," He added and tapped on Arimane's shoulder.
The latter felt the hand on his shoulder and froze. "Eh?"
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