Normal POV
"Are you sure you have everything Nate?" I asked as I dropped him off to the door of his classroom.
"For the last time Rigel I've got everything!" Nate whined.
"One can't ever be too sure," I mumbled before looking down at him "do you remember what I taught you yesterday?" I questioned.
Nate rolled his eyes, seriously where did the boy get such sass from?
"If someone bullies me I square up on them, if a bully is too large for me to handle I fight dirty, and if a guy or girl touches me anywhere privately or tries to drag me away. Then I kick them in the spot where the sun does not shine before spitting in their eyes to blind them and screaming the R-word," Nate recited them all one by one.
I nodded patting him on the head "good you remember them all. Now when school is over you're going to get on the school bus and head straight to Miss's Harper alright buddy?" I said as he nodded his head "yeah, yeah I know," he grumbled.
I gave his hair one last ruffle "good, good...oh and don't give your teacher any trouble unless they absolutely deserve it," I reminded.
He nodded before I reluctantly started to walk away and make my journey to the museum where the Clocktower entrance was.
I was a bit nervous and paranoid of leaving Nate all by himself...especially with how many pedos and rapists were widely out there once the year 2024-2025 came around.
Still he can at least defend himself a bit.
I spent most of my Sunday out at a park teaching a bit of self-defense, how to fight dirty, and keeping a clear head when being provoked.
As James I actually did spend a couple of years learning how to defend myself against unarmed opponents (A/N: Hence why he died in the first-five death loops because he was against two armed individuals with knives)
It made for some easy extra credit on my P.E requirement class.
Plus a good skill to have.
My parents at the time of course thought I was just being a barbaric delinquent while slacking off.
The thought of them caused me to tightly ball up my hands before releasing a sigh.
No they don't have any hold over me anymore and nor do I care about them any longer.
I refocused my thoughts together on what I did after spending time with Nate.
I had received a text from Waver at around 1pm telling me that he couldn't get me into the Astrology course. While a bit disappointed I instead asked if he could get me into a course related to Kabblah. Which was easier said then done since one of the teachers in the department actually owed the good professor a favor.
Which means if I wanted to learn anything about how stars could be used in magecraft I'd have to use the library and search around.
The library only contains the basics of materials and texts. Everything else is either highly restricted or not shared to preserve their mystery.
My own self-studies were mainly spent on spamming the [Analysis] spell and learning the [Alteration] and [Hypnosis] spells from the screenshot texts.
I found that practicing the [Reinforcement] spell required a bit more practice since I kept exploding everything...but hey I got the hardening aspect of it down so that counts as something.
The [Hypnosis] spell actually took a good chunk of time getting down as I started off with some animals over in a pet shop before trying it on a human.
Discreetly of course didn't need anyone getting suspicious or attract any magi in the local area.
Although funny enough I managed to plant a strong enough suggestion in someone head to make them shit themselves.
Just remembering made me want to start bursting out into laughter like a maniac.
It was some funny shit but I guess you'd have to be there to believe it.
[Projection] was something I practiced for a bit before I realized maybe projection might not be the way to go with my spell idea.
The imagination aspect was definitely useful but I often found myself doubting if what I wanted to create would even or be possible.
So until I learned more...I decided to put a stop with [Projection] practice and rested up a bit since I didn't want to strain my circuits or drain myself empty.
At around 4pm I spent some time playing old board games with Nate and then hopping onto my PC to start working on my light-novel version of Jujutsu Kaisen.
I decided I'd first start off with Yuji's story before working on the side-story of JJK-0 with mister Gary Stu himself Yuta Okkotsu. By the time I finished it was 10pm night time I had a solid ten chapters written out with more still in progress.
I suspected that I'd be done typing and then revising the first volume at the end of October before attempting to find a publisher/editor.
Pulling out my flip-phone I started following the instructions that Waver sent me. A temporary ID-Number was given to me which I had to repeat to the entrance guards
Slipping my hands into the pockets of my hoodie I approached the two guards stationed near one of the less-used side entrances.
To mundane eyes, they were just museum security but to my slightly repeated use of [Analysis], I could see a faint distortion around them.
A bounded field I suspected.
"Excuse me," one of them said calmly, his gaze flicking over me in a way that felt far too sharp to be casual "this is staff entrance only."
I met his eyes and spoke quietly, exactly as instructed.
"Temporary ID. Argent-Delta-Seven-Nine-Three."
The air changed.
The guard's expression suddenly shifted almost imperceptibly, his eyes glazing for a fraction of a second as some sort of verification ritual ran its course.
"...Confirmed," he said after a moment.
The second guard stepped aside and tapped the ground lightly with his foot.
The stone beneath us rippled.
A staircase revealed itself, descending into a pale colored hallway.
"Welcome to the Clock Tower," the first guard said flatly.
"We hope you enjoy your time here," the second guard droned.
Well that certainly wasn't creepy I thought with a nervous smile before walking up the stairs searching for the right floor of the classroom.
Unfortunately what I didn't account for was getting lost.
"Okay seriously where in the actual fuck is this place?!" I harshly muttered in irritation.
"Hey are you alright over there you look lost!" a voice enthusiastically shouted.
I turned to see a boy with blond hair and blue eyes bounding over my way.
He wore a white shirt along with a dark green vest, a pair of shorts with buckler straps, and a pair of gray colored boots.
Smiling a bit wearily "yeah I am actually trying to find Professor El-Melloi's classroom of Modern Magecraft Theory but keep getting lost," I said with a nervous laugh.
"Woah what a coincidence I was just going there! Just follow me hehe. I got lost a bunch of times trying to find his class when I was first starting out. Oh I never introduced myself did I? The name's Flat Escardos, I am 17 years old, and I like tall girls with big butts!" with not even a single ounce of shame Flat declared his type for everyone in the hallways to hear.
Some of the people passing by shot Flat looks of disgust while I nervously sweated at the attention "nice meet you Flat, I am Rigel Jones, also 17 years old, and I guess...my type of girls are one's who are cute looking," I replied.
Flat's mouth practically twitched as if I'd just committed a cardinal sin by saying "cute" instead of tall with big butts.
"Cute, huh? Hehe... not bad, not bad! There's a lot of taste in that... I can respect it," he said with an exaggerated wink, though the gleam in his eyes suggested he was more excited about talking than anything else.
It was a bit awkward talking to the guy since I was a bit of an introvert and absolutely avoided extroverted people in my past life as James.
Yet as we walked and conversed I found myself relaxing a bit.
"And here it is!" Flat exclaimed, sliding the door open with a loud bang.
This caused all the students already inside to jump and Waver who was in the midst of teaching to suddenly glare over at us.
His brows twitched when they landed on Flat "Flat you moronic idiot! Not only are you five minutes late but you also just barged in like a wrecking ball!" Waver's voice cut through the room.
The red coat he was wearing creased as he leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing on both of us.
Ahh crapbaskets I spent so much time talking with Flat and getting lost that I forgot the time period his class was going to start.
"Sorry Professor but Flat was only just helping me find your classroom. I got lost trying to find it multiple times," I admitted while raising my hands in a half-apologetic, half-explaining gesture.
Waver's eyes didn't soften, but the twitch in his brow suggested he was restraining some of his irritation "hmph. See that this doesn't become a habit, Jones. Time is a resource, and a wasted minute in my class is a minute of knowledge lost."
Flat scratched the back of his head sheepishly, muttering "y-yeah, Professor... my bad. Totally didn't mean to-"
"Just go take your seat already Flat," Waver sighed while gesturing over to the seats "before I decide to assign you extra essay work."
"Roger, roger sir," Flat mock saluted before waving at me to follow "come on Rai! You can sit next to me buddy," he said, deeming it fit to already give me a nickname despite having only just met each other.
Still as I glanced up at the other students I couldn't help but notice how cold looking some of them were.
I noticed Gray sitting off in a far corner by herself on the left section.
She looked kind of lonely sitting by herself I inwardly noted.
On the upper right section I also spotted one of the protagonists from Prisma Illya.
I think it was...Luvia right?
"Yeah alright," I eventually decided to follow Flat though.
Since he helped me out and all I figured it wouldn't hurt to sit next to him.
He seemed like someone who didn't have a lot of friends.
Next time I'll try sitting next to Gray, poor girl sitting all alone must feel lonely I thought briefly reminiscing back on how isolated I was as James.
I was always alone back then.
My eldest of siblings always made sure I was always ostracized from my school mates. From the time I started Elementary to the time I finished from High School.
To be alone can give a person the mentality of always being able to do things on their own without the help of others.
Yet the burden of often doing things by yourself was often too much without someone else there to help lift some of that weight.
Which is why...I'd like to help her if I can.
-end of chapter six-
Alright next chapter will be lots of magecraft lore covering and a reveal of how the MC views Magecraft.
Our MC's signature attire is the same one as Yuji Itadori in JJK Modulo but he's not wearing a hood, the zipper and sleeves have a red color line running down on them, he wears a pair of blue jeans, and is wearing white/black sneakers.
I've decided that for how Rigel's magecraft will work is by using a
Mix of magecraft styles similar to that of Flat, Aoko Aozaki, a bit of usage of a unique usage of Kabblah (or at least borrowing some elements of it), and Onomatopoeic/Basic usage of Japanese Language or Kanji like how Tappei does so with his spell names in Re: Zero.
Step 1: Mental Image
Fire bursting
Wind pushing
Darkness swallowing perception
Step 2: Conceptual Reduction
Strip away symbolism
Keep only function
Step 3: Numerical / Structural Encoding
Duration
Direction
Intensity
Area
(This step may be unconscious, which is why Flat can do it accidentally.)
Step 4: Phonetic Anchor
"Gou-Goa"
"Fuu-Fula"
"Hyu-Huma"
"Shamak"
The word/phrase:
Locks the structure in place
Prevents conceptual collapse mid-cast
Gives the spell just enough identity to exist
Step 5: Execution
Od/Mana is dumped
Foundation exists for an instant
The World complies, then corrects itself after a certain amount of time or set one.