ushernet Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Chapter 59: Training Camp (4)
The artificial sun rose over the campus athletic field.
32 trainees stood in neat rows and columns on the vast space covered in soft grass.
Oscar, watching them with satisfaction, opened his mouth to speak.
"The training method is simple. Starting now, use『Acceleration』and run around the field until you collapse from exhaustion. Easy, right?"
"...?"
Question marks appeared above the trainees' heads.
Their purpose for gathering wasn’t to build physical stamina but to stabilize their mana circuits.
As expected, Demian Proud, known for his prickly personality, furrowed his brow and asked,
"What does running have to do with stabilizing mana circuits?"
"Hmm. A good question."
Oscar didn’t particularly dislike that attitude.
Even though they were young, they were still mages.
And mages weren’t the kind of people to do something cheerfully unless they understood it with their own minds.
In short, it was a matter of explaining everything from start to finish to gain their understanding.
"First, you should all be aware of one fact. The Imperial Magic Society has deemed it impossible to artificially stabilize mana circuits. They recommend ceasing any experiments related to it entirely."
Hearing this sudden revelation, the trainees’ pupils wavered.
"Wait a minute. Does that mean what we’re about to do is illegal?"
"Well, there’s no legal force behind it, so don’t worry. It’s merely a safety guideline."
"...Still, it’s unsafe, isn’t it?"
"That sounds even scarier."
Oscar, looking at their suddenly darkened expressions, continued,
"As you all know, mana circuits are far more complex than regular blood vessels or nervous systems. One wrong move can lead to disability or death."
This phenomenon was referred to as mana overload in the Empire and inner demons in the Yan Kingdom.
"In other words, the society concluded it was impossible because they couldn’t find a 100% safe method."
"If it’s that dangerous, wouldn’t it be better to stop now?"
"Don’t worry. They couldn’t find it, but the White Tower has discovered a completely safe method."
Oscar pulled a book from his coat.
"You’ve all heard the rumors about the discovery of Oscar Sage’s hideout two days ago, haven’t you?"
Everyone nodded.
That rumor had stirred quite a commotion in the White Tower.
"Unfortunately, no advanced magic was found there. However, this breathing technique was. Commonly known as the Oscar Breathing Method."
"!"
The trainees collectively stared at the book as if mesmerized.
The Oscar Breathing Method was famous as a lost treasure of the White Tower.
"Wait, is this that breathing technique? The one that allows you to absorb mana 24/7?"
"If you master it, doesn’t it completely eliminate the drawbacks of harmony-type mages?"
"Does this mean mastering it stabilizes the mana circuits?"
"No, it doesn’t."
Oscar waved the book lightly and explained,
"As you know, this method allows you to absorb mana continuously, 24 hours a day. Normally, mana circuits are activated briefly only when casting magic, but this keeps them semi-permanently activated. While it’s extremely tiring, it accelerates the stabilization of mana circuits to an entirely different level."
Of course, if this method alone could make one a Level 4 mage, the training camp wouldn’t even have started.
"I’ve prepared training to maximize the effect of this breathing method. That training is running."
"?"
More question marks popped up.
Most wore expressions that said, ‘Why is the conversation going there again?’
Oscar explained why they had to run in simpler terms.
"As you know, muscles grow by repairing and regenerating after minor damage. What’s amazing is that mana circuits are the same. If you push them to the limit, creating a state that requires regeneration and healing, they’ll grow stronger and stabilize faster. This is why mages who frequently face life-and-death battles on the front lines improve so quickly."
Of course, there was a simple reason why this rough method was thoroughly rejected by academia.
"The only downside is that until the damaged mana circuits return to normal, you’d need to drink expensive potions like water and have a priest on standby."
"Oh! Don’t tell me..."
"Exactly. With the Oscar Breathing Method, you don’t need to spend all that money or effort."
The Blue Tower’s desperation to obtain this method stemmed precisely from this.
They knew they’d never close the gap with the White Tower without it.
Oscar looked over the trainees and asked,
"Now, do you understand why you need to run?"
"..."
In short, the mana circuits needed to be thoroughly strained and damaged for the training to be effective.
Seeing their inability to object further, he gave the order.
"What are you waiting for? Start running!"
* * *
The clinking of utensils paused at his words, a collective dread washing over the trainees.
Cale Smith, who had cunningly consumed two advanced potions earlier, hesitantly raised his hand.
"Senior, if mana circuits are really similar to muscles, wouldn’t daily strain end up being counterproductive?"
"A reasonable point. But you don’t need to worry about that."
Oscar casually revealed a large backpack brimming with potions.
"I came prepared for that. And if necessary, I’ll just get more from the potion-making department. I’ll make sure your physical condition stays optimal, so trust me."
"..."
The trainees, now as silent as mute frogs, couldn’t muster a single word of complaint.
* * *
-Day 5 of the Training Camp
The first to notice a change in his body was Damian Proud.
When he opened his eyes that morning, he immediately felt different.
‘Was my mana always this smooth?’
The sensation of mana coursing through his circuits felt alien, yet pleasant.
Previously, no matter how hard he tried to steer it, the mana resisted his will.
Now, it glided effortlessly, like navigating a corner with ease.
‘Maybe this crazy training is actually working...’
Initially, he’d thought the training was absurd and had been on the verge of quitting.
But with his mana moving as if perfectly in tune with his intentions, even simple spellcasting had become enjoyable.
“Huff, huff.”
Oddly enough, even the day’s physical training felt less taxing than usual.
His body felt lighter and more agile, as though something had shifted entirely.
"Interesting."
After noticing the change, Oscar summoned Damian to his room right after training.
"Congratulations."
"Uh, what for?"
"For earning the qualifications to reach level 4."
"...Me?"
Damian's eyes widened in shock, as if he’d just been given a life-altering diagnosis.
Oscar chuckled lightly and nodded.
"Yes. You must have noticed something different about yourself."
"I just thought... it was the result of the training."
It turned out that his mana circuits had stabilized to the point where he could install the fourth mana circuit, the hallmark of a level-4 mage.
After three and a half years of chasing that dream at the academy, he now stood at its threshold, achieved in just five days of training camp.
"Here, use this when installing your fourth circuit."
Oscar handed him a book.
When Damian opened it, his eyes went wide with amazement.
‘This is....’
Inside was a detailed schematic for the mana circuit.
Even more astonishing, it was tailored specifically to his physique and mana usage habits.
And it didn’t stop there—there were diagrams for circuits to install at level 5 and level 6 as well.
"Did you... make this yourself?"
"Yes. Any issues?"
"..."
Damian stared at Oscar in stunned silence.
It suddenly became clear just how enormous the gap between them was.
‘For him to create this means he’s already fully analyzed my body and mana circuits...’
And yet, Damian had never shared such details.
That meant Oscar had deduced it all simply by observing him during training.
"..."
This was on par with—or perhaps greater than—the skill of the famed designer of the Violet Brigade, who crafted circuits with extensive shared data.
Oscar had achieved similar results through sheer observation alone.
‘...So this is what it means to be a genius.’
A figure destined by the heavens to leave their mark on the era.
Strangely, Damian felt no jealousy or resentment, only awe.
One doesn’t envy the clouds for being high or the mountains for being tall.
"Anyway, congratulations. I knew you’d be the first."
Oscar extended a fist.
Damian looked at it for a moment before letting out a small, defeated laugh and bumping his own fist against it.
"Thank you, senior."
For the first time, Damian sincerely called Oscar his senior.
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