A week later.
Everything proceeded in a smooth manner, and I somehow managed to survive my tight schedule.
Well, not so smooth.
From one course to another, from one brief moment of leisure to the next, it felt as though I was slowly losing my mind.
Apparently, learning about several magical elements you once believed didn't exist was far harder than how neatly they were presented on paper.
P.E was hell.
Teacher Ingris seemed to have made me his personal plaything. I only learned his name on the third day, whispered in the murmurs of the surrounding devils.
I had also noticed that my reishi was much higher compared to my peers, so high it was considered "immeasurable", which made my output unusually intense.
How should I explain it?
Have you ever tried to identify a particular grain of rice in a bag full of rice?
Controlling my reishi felt like that, only far more overwhelming.
It was like trying to fetch a single droplet from a bottomless sea.
