After a short break, each of us grabbed a wooden sword and did as Kaelor instructed. He taught us the basics—how to hold a sword, how to swing it, and simple movements.
Thereafter, he had each of us hold a real metal sword. Many of the heroes were shocked by how it actually felt—how heavy it was.
Because of that, Kaelor announced that the next training session would focus purely on physical exercises to build strength before moving on to real combat.
And with that, he left the hall.
After another short break, it was finally Myra's turn.
"Alright, heroes, come closer," she said, holding her staff.
We all gathered in front of her.
"Good. Now let's begin our first magic lesson. As you saw earlier, I used magic—wind magic."
"Every person has the ability to use magic, but at different levels. Some have the talent to learn it in just a few days, while others may take years."
Everyone stayed quiet, listening carefully. That wasn't surprising—back in our world, magic was one of the main reasons people loved games.
"Now, just because everyone has the ability doesn't mean everyone will succeed. Many lack the focus… or the discipline required to truly learn it."
"And not just that—magic is extremely difficult and confusing. Even I... it took me years to use wind magic freely."
Now, let's talk about the types of magic. The main ones are fire, air, water, and earth—but there are many more."
"Even geniuses usually manage only two or three types… despite there being hundreds."
She paused.
"Any questions?"
One of the heroes raised his hand.
"Yes, you," she said.
"I have a question… how many types of magic can you use?"
Myra smiled.
"Well… I can use most types of magic. That doesn't mean I'm good at all of them, though."
"Whoa…"
The heroes were clearly surprised.
"But if even a genius can only use two or three… then what are you?"
Her smile faded slightly.
"Well… I suppose that's enough questions, hehe…"
She looked around.
"I know you're all exhausted, so we'll continue tomorrow. You're free to go for now—do whatever you want."
The heroes started leaving. Draven, Zareth, and I walked out as well, leaving Myra alone in the training hall.
"Finally… lessons are over. I'm sooo tired…" Draven yawned.
"There has to be a cafeteria or something, right? Let's go eat."
"Yeah… we need food," Zareth said.
I stopped walking.
They both turned back.
"Did you forget something?" Draven asked.
"No. I just need to use the bathroom," I said.
"Oh, alright. We'll wait for you in the cafeteria."
I nodded, then turned and headed back toward the training hall.
When I entered, Myra was still there, organizing the room—placing wooden swords back on the racks.
Hmm… she can use magic, yet she chooses not to use it for something this simple.
She suddenly turned, as if she sensed me.
"Oh—you're Malvek, right?" she said, holding a few wooden swords.
"Yeah," I replied, walking over and picking up some swords to help her.
"Wow…" she smiled. "So kind of you."
I didn't respond.
We quietly finished organizing the room.
She clapped her hands.
"Done!" she said, grabbing her staff.
"You must be exhausted, Malvek. Why don't you go eat?"
I looked at her calmly.
"Tell me…" I said, pausing slightly.
"Myra… is there a way to connect one person to another?"
She frowned slightly.
"Connect… someone to someone else?"
"Let's say someone gets hurt… would the other person feel that too?"
She crossed her arms, holding her staff between them.
"Hmm… yes, there is."
She stepped closer.
"But that's one of the illegal types of magic. It's forbidden."
"I see…" I said.
I stepped closer as well, looking down at her.
"Are you able to use it? Or is it too difficult for you?"
Her expression shifted, slightly irritated.
"Of course I can use it!"
Then it turned into pride.
"Nothing is difficult for me!"
Nothing is difficult…? Didn't she say it took her years just to master wind magic? She's easy to provoke… good.
"Then show me."
She laughed lightly.
"Haha… you almost got me there, kid."
"But no."
She turned to leave.
After a few steps—
"Teach me… and I'll help you with your problem."
She stopped.
Slowly, she turned back.
"My problem?"
I walked toward her.
"Yes. I'll help you with it."
She stared into my eyes.
"I don't have any problems."
I smiled slightly.
"Everyone has problems."
"Even if I did," she said, "why would I accept your help?"
"Simple," I replied.
I paused for a moment.
"It didn't take me long to figure something out."
I raised my left arm.
"This bracelet…"
Her expression immediately turned serious.
"…is holding us back."
I looked at it.
"Or more simply…"
"…it's a way to kill us."