"Vita, or better known as Vi."
Basil continues.
"Vi is the life force which gives us and all things around us vitality. It is a natural energy that flows through every single one of us, the animals all around us, and even the air you breathe. It's within Vara herself."
Basil starts to explain, a dazed expression crossing Evander's face while taking in the new information, leaning a bit back in his chair. Lucan, on the other hand, is laser-focused, brows narrowed and listening intently to Basil.
Selena's not bothered by the topic at all, her elbow propped onto the table, her head resting lazily on her palm. Orin's listening in awe, mouth slightly agape.
"Through the utilisation and harnessing of Vi, we have advanced decades, perhaps even centuries into the future technologically. Development of Pulsecores which store Vi cells— we can power Vi-driven equipment. The vast leap in advancements that we, mankind, have taken in a matter of decades is truly astonishing—"
Basil starts to lose track of the topic at hand and goes on a passionately driven rant on Vi-tech and the outstanding, mind-boggling advancements mankind has gone through and the potential Vi-tech has when truly realised.
Lucan continues to listen intently, but Evander suspects that he's just sucking up to Basil more so than actually taking in anything Basil is ranting about. Selena is lost in her own little world, snoring gently. Orin starts to lose track of Basil's complex, quick words that he spouts out, brows narrowed in confusion.
Evander tries his best to keep up with Basil's rant, taking in most of the information that Basil spouts out, losing track a few times along the way.
Evander is considered a genius amongst his peers. Whispers of his intellect have already reached kingdoms all throughout Valoria, but he's actually just a young adult reborn inside a toddler's body. The only profession he invested time and effort into was breaking people. Evander's surprised at himself for keeping up with a renowned—if not the most renowned—philosopher to walk Vara.
"V-Vi-tech? What's that, Master Solvain?"
Orin asks, perplexed.
"Vi-tech stands short for Vi Technology, Orin. The lights in your room and the heating system in your baths are all powered by Vi. They are complex mechanics powered by Vi."
Basil snaps out of his rant at Orin's question, returning to the topic at hand.
"Though most, if not all, of the peasants and labourers do not possess Vi-tech in their homes. It is a luxury that you nobles have, and that they do not."
"And it's our born right as nobles. Let them grovel like the animals they are."
Lucan scoffs at the notion of peasants living with the same luxury they have worked so hard for.
"Back to the topic at hand—Vi-tech are advancements that even a peasant can learn to use."
Basil's tone drops.
"Though cultivating Vi is a completely different story. Only nobles are capable of successfully cultivating Vi due to the large resources and time one needs to cultivate Vi. This is excluding the fact that nobles have a superior compatibility at cultivating Vi than peasants, hence the unique hair and eye colour. Through centuries of careful breeding selection with other noble houses, the noble blood is one of power. The world is ruled by the strongest, governed by it."
('Damn, I really hit the jackpot being born into nobility, haven't I?')
"Simply put, due to your noble blood, cultivating Vi—harnessing it—is of ease to you, much more so than if a peasant would attempt to cultivate Vi."
"Master Solvain, what makes Vi so special? I know it's a special energy for our 'machines' and all, but what does it have to do with being a noble and strength?"
Orin asks.
"A fine question. What Vi—"
"Vi makes us stronger, faster, and more powerful than a thousand peasants combined. Even the mightiest of beasts can't compare to our strength."
Lucan says with a cocky grin as he rudely interrupts Basil, leaning back in his chair and glancing at Evander for a moment.
"That is correct, Lucan."
Basil says, a grain of annoyance in his tone.
"But that is only half of it. There are steps to take, and the process is quite lengthy before you can reach that kind of power. You'll learn everything about cultivating Vi once you all head to Vulcan Academy. There, you will become a Driver—someone on the path of strength, driven to harness Vi."
"After forming a core—a Vita Core—you'll be able to turn boulders into dust and outrun horses with ease. But this is only scratching the surface of what Vi is truly capable of. Take the emperor, for instance—he has been walking Vara for over a thousand years, and he still looks as young as the day he began his cultivating journey. Not only that, the emperor can wipe out villages with a flick of his hand and move as quick as lightning. Even more advanced teachings are techniques where men can fly, throw raw energy from their hands, manipulate fire, and so much more. The possibilities are endless."
('Wait, wait... so basically it's just ki? The same concept like that one show I used to watch growing up... What was it called again? Oh yeah, that's right—Dragon Orbs.')
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All three of the boys are drawn in by the words of power and what Vi is capable of. Most of all, Evander—this is all so mind-boggling to him. He's seen his mother perform some questionable acts, like lighting fire with her bare hands, but in between the years, he's grown accustomed to it. He didn't think much of it, still processing and wrapping his head around all of this. Since being born into the world, he's kept himself busy with his own thoughts and what he would have himself do in a middle-aged world—maybe become a knight, since the only thing he knows how to do is fight. But at the revelation that there's more out there than just a slightly different world than that of Earth—that he can actually become someone, maybe even rule the world—had his heart almost beating out of his chest, palms sweaty. When it came to a fight, he knew by skill alone he outclassed most, if not all, people of the world. But to have the raw power to destroy armies? This is a whole new ball game. The possibilities are endless, and maybe, just maybe, he can find and track down that fucker that tricked him—and while he's at it, find a way back to his own world.
"To put it simply, power rules the world."