Chapter 61: Teaching
In the days that followed, Kurtz and his party temporarily stayed in the village. Their presence became a daily part of village life.
Every morning, the open space at the village entrance was crowded with villagers eager to learn. Hope flickered in their eyes, which had known only hardship, as they turned toward their makeshift classroom.
However, not everyone had the talent for learning magic. Most of the villagers were excluded, and in the end, only seven people, including three children, met the conditions for learning magic.
Originally, Kurtz did not plan to teach these children magic, as they were too young and could not accumulate enough magic power in their bodies.
But Norn proposed a solution.
The solution was to weaken the power of magic to one-tenth of its original level. This would significantly reduce the required magic power, enabling the children to begin learning spells.
As they gradually grew up and had enough magic power in their bodies, they could master the complete magic on this basis.
Of course, Norn would also copy the content of the first chapter of the unmade magic book and leave it to these villagers, so that they could pass these spells on to their descendants.
Kurtz agreed to the proposal and then personally revised how the magic would be taught. He made the adaptation himself, carefully adjusting the spells.
If the spells were too weak, they would be useless; if too strong, the children's bodies could not endure the strain.
At this moment, Norn stood on a flat stone and began to explain the most basic magic power perception: "Close your eyes and imagine a warm stream flowing through your body..."
His voice carried the patience of someone who understood struggle intimately.
"Feel the flow of magic power in your body..." Meanwhile, Kurtz patiently guided a young boy, his hands steady as he demonstrated the proper gestures.
Even Eric participated, his palm condensing a small ball of light: "Just like this, first feel, then guide." The golden-haired hunter's natural teaching ability surprised everyone.
Serie stood by, coldly watching these people. Somo walked over: "I wonder how long Brother Kurtz plans to stay this time?"
"Not too long."
Serie currently had no intention of taking on any students herself, so she simply watched the others instruct the villagers without participating.
She had once thought of taking Kurtz as her first disciple, as his talent had indeed caught her attention, but unfortunately, he refused and instead upgraded his status to that of her companion.
Serie did not feel much regret in her heart; whether it was a disciple or a companion, as long as she could witness more magic from him, she would be satisfied. Though watching him teach others stirred something unexpected within her, curiosity, perhaps.
Several days passed.
Most with magic talent were still confused and fumbled through exercises with growing frustration. Only a few children managed to guide the magic power within them, causing a faint glow to appear on their fingertips.
"It's too difficult..." A strong villager shook his head in frustration. Sweat beaded on his brow despite the cool mountain air.
"I can't imagine how these magic powers flow at all."
"Don't give up," Kurtz said, patting his shoulder. "Everyone discovers magic differently. If you persist, you'll get there."
Kurtz's encouragement worked. The villager regained his confidence once again.
He had witnessed the power of Kurtz's magic; with a raised hand, dozens of Light Arrows appeared, each leaving a pit in the ground. Both inspiring and intimidating, the demonstration lingered in his mind.
Such immense power filled the villager with longing. He soon vowed to learn powerful magic like this.
However, it was only when he tried it himself that he realised how difficult it would be.
"Please rest assured, Mr. Kurtz, I must learn this magic!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a gasp of surprise not far away.
He turned his head. Among the children taught by Norn, a small, thin girl had succeeded; she actually condensed a ball of light in her hand!
Kurtz knew this was the first step to success.
Next, she only needed to use her imagination to extend the ball of light into an arrow shape and then shoot it out to be considered a beginner.
"Lysa did it!" Mei called out. The other children cheered and pressed close, excitement fizzing as they crowded around their friend.
Even Serie approached, squatting down as she asked in an unexpectedly gentle voice, "How? What did you do?"
"I... I just imagined it, and it happened," Lysa whispered, wonder in her voice.
"Very good talent."
Serie stood up and looked at Kurtz. Something like approval flickered in her ancient eyes.
The most important factor in casting magic is the power of imagination, and this young girl in front of her possessed that power in abundance.
Lysa's success ignited enthusiasm in everyone. Kurtz, his companions, and the villagers all saw hope take form in the child's glowing palm.
A week later, all of these people could release balls of light in their hands, and Lysa had even begun to condense the balls of light into the shape of arrows.
Although it was still far from true magic, it was an incredible start.
"Lysa's talent is outstanding." Norn flipped through the magic book he was writing. Ink stained his fingers from careful transcription.
"Her magic talent should be no less than mine."
Kurtz nodded: "Indeed, perhaps we can let her learn magic first. That way, even if we leave, she can teach these spells to other villagers."
Serie suddenly spoke: "That girl... I'll guide her."
Everyone looked at the elf in surprise.
Even Norn and Eric rarely received personal guidance from Serie.
"What's wrong, you want to take on a disciple?" Norn teased, though his tone held genuine curiosity.
If the future Grand Ancestor could take a human as a disciple in advance, it would also be a good thing.
However, he would have to apologise to a certain red-haired mage.
"No, it's just out of interest."
Serie truly had no intention of taking disciples; she was just finding something to do for herself, nothing more. Yet something about the child's natural talent called to her in ways she didn't care to examine.
Another week passed.
Lysa could already cast small Light Arrow magic. Although she was very unskillful, she could still be called a mage.
Her Light Arrows were limited to single-shot, weakened types. They were far from the large-scale spells of Kurtz and the others.
However, they were already sufficient for self-defence.
One morning, Serie took Lysa to an open space away from the other students.
She took a small ring from her bag. Serie had brought it from the dwarf city before leaving. The ring could help a user better control the magic power in their body.
"Foccus." Serie placed the ring in Lysa's palm, the metal warm from her own touch. "Try to make it glow."
Lysa nervously closed her eyes and mobilised the limited magic power within her.
A moment later, the ring actually emitted a faint silver light!
"Very good." Serie nodded in satisfaction, her voice filled with genuine pride. "It's yours."
This item was not of much use to a powerful magic user like herself. For that reason, she chose to give it to someone who needed it more.
Presumably, that human thought the same.
Lysa ran happily to her friends, clutching the ring to her chest. A faint smile appeared on Serie's lips as she watched.
Is this what it feels like to teach someone?
It's not bad.
If only all beginners were like this little girl in front of her.
Instead of being like Kurtz, who grasped things quickly and then ended up becoming the teacher himself.
After everyone in the village with magic talent had learned the basic Light Arrow magic, Kurtz and his companions prepared to bid farewell.
Before leaving, Norn solemnly handed his handwritten copy of the first chapter of the magic book to the old village chief. There was not enough dragon skin paper, so he used simple paper, fragile but precious beyond measure.
"Although it's only the most basic content, it's enough to protect the village."
The old village chief trembled as he took the book. His weathered hands shook with more than age.
"This... this is too precious. We don't know how to repay you?"
"You don't need to repay anything." Kurtz smiled warmly: "I only hope that you can pass on this knowledge to future generations."
When they left, the entire village came to see them off. Voices called out blessings and gratitude as the group made its way toward the mountain path.
Lysa chased after them for a long distance. Only when Serie looked back at her with a subtle nod did she reluctantly stop, watching until they vanished beyond the rocky ridge.
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