After teleporting he reappeared under a tree at the Oland Plateau. Before him stretched a vast green field, and a gentle breeze flowed through his hair. In the distance, a small town came into view.
"Ralia, The perfect starting town!" Noir beamed.
"Now then, let's begin."
He pulled out the seed he had received earlier. Before he left, Littis had told him that the seed would take a few minutes to kick in.
Which meant he had just enough time to cast his memory magic.
He held up the seed—but his hand trembled slightly.
"Haha, I guess even now I'm still scared to truly let go..."
Then, he smiled brilliantly.
"WELL, MIGHT AS WELL END IT WITH A BANG!"
Raising his hand to the sky, Noir gathered all his power and teleported far out into the middle of the sea then fired a massive ball of blue light upward. It shot higher and higher, piercing through the clouds until—
"BOOOOM!"
Right as Noir teleported back under the tree, the blue ball exploded into a massive firework, so bright that even in broad daylight it could be seen from all cross the world. Even Noir could see it fade out in the far distance.
"That helped me blow off some steam. Now then…"
Before eating the seed Noir casted a spell on himself altering his appearance. He couldn't have anyone recognizing him after all. His once long silver hair shortened and darkened to black. His pale skin tanned. His sharp features softened, and his deep blue eyes shifted to a warm hazel. He even shortened his height about 3 inches leaving him standing at 5'9.
He summoned a mirror and looked into it, gently running a hand down his new face. This was who he was now… Noir smiled, and without any further hesitation, he popped the seed into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Upon eating it, he immediately began casting memory magic on himself.
He sifted through his memories, throwing them away one by one. Cities he had saved, spells he had mastered, wisdom he had taught and learned, languages he had perfected, creatures he had encountered, and even memories of the people he had come to know throughout his life, all of them.
He only left behind the basics: how to walk, talk, handle everyday life and the general knowledge about this world, he didn't need to be forgetting what a building was for example. Lastly, he give himself a new name—an anagram of his old one. From now on, he would be known as Rion.
With that, he set two final conditions upon his memories: First, he would only regain them once he reached the end of his journey, no matter how long it took. Second, he would retain just one thing—his burning passion for adventures.
With the memory magic applied Noir had one last thing to do and it was complicated at that. He recalled Nittis's words about how he could lift the seed's effects with magic manipulation. So, instead of fully dispelling the curse, he carefully pierced a tiny opening in it, just enough to allow a slow trickle of his magic to return with effort. As he finished, he exhaled deeply.
"Now, when my new self trains, he'll gradually regain my old magic supply as if normal. Haha… who knows? Maybe he'll become just as strong as me and get it all back in the end…"
Satisfied with his work Noir sat to the ground resting his back against the tree, A heavy drowsiness overtook him as his memory magic began to take effect.
Along with the drowsiness came an awful pang of melanchloy. Nior could find no reason for it. He'd gotten over his fear hadn't he? this was what he had wanted... Wasn't it? Regardless it was too late now, Noir felt his consciousness slipping. "You take it from here…" Was the last thing he mumbled before falling into a deep sleep.
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…"Ngh."
Noir—now Rion—slowly sat up from the ground, rubbing his eyes.
"W-where am I?" he muttered, brushing dirt off his shirt.
Before him stretched an endless field of green, a town visible in the distance. A gentle breeze swept through the open land.
Rion furrowed his brows. "Hmm… well, this is strange."
Yet for some reason, he couldnt help but feel excited. It was almost as if this was the perfect place… to start an adventure?
Rion actually found himself grinning and tightened his grip around the old wand in his hand—something he had instinctively held onto. With newfound determination, he turned toward the village and started walking.
(And thus, Rion's adventure begins….)