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Infinite Mage Chapter 8: First Step Toward a Dream (1)

Chapter 8: First Step Toward a Dream (1)

The‌‍‍ following day.

Shirone,‌‍ with a tired‌ face, went to​ work in the​​ library. He couldnt‌‌⁠ sleep a wink‌​ due to what‍‌ happened yesterday.

Due​‌ to having a lot on his​ mind, he couldnt⁠⁠⁠ speed up his‍‍‍ work.

Lets​ calm down.

After‍​⁠ struggling to calm‍‌‍ himself down, Shirone‌‌ was eventually able⁠⁠ to regain his⁠‌‌ composure.

Im‍‌⁠ not dying now.‍‌ I still have​​ a month. Ill‌​​ be able to​⁠ figure something out.‍​

First​ of all, background​​ check.

According‍‌⁠ to the information‍‌​ he gathered, Lord⁠‌ Bischoff had three‍⁠ sons and one‌‍ daughter.

The​ eldest son was‌ a certified Grade⁠​ 6 swordsman. The​​⁠ second son was​ also a genius​​ swordsman who followed⁠⁠ in his brothers​ footsteps.

The​​ eldest daughter was⁠ also talented, but‌‌ she chose music‌ over swords and​ was working as‌ a royal pianist.​

And‍‌ after figuring out‍‌​ all that, he​​ noticed Rian was‍ the only one‌⁠⁠ who failed to‌ stand out in​‍‍ the end.

The‌‍​ Lord even provided‍ him an exclusive​⁠⁠ teacher, but the‌​‌ reports claimed he⁠​ was not talented.‌⁠‌

Haah,⁠‌ I shouldnt have‍ done that. I should have just‌ accepted the hits‍‌‌ when he was‌⁠‌ adamant on beating​⁠‌ me.

It⁠⁠ was natural that​ Rian, who had‍‌ been compared to‍‌ his brother all‍​⁠ his life, was‌‍⁠ angry at the⁠​ Thunder Strike.

It⁠⁠​ seemed that not​ all nobles were​ born to excel.‌‍

Now⁠ what? Im in​​ big trouble.

Agitated‌ again, Shirone stared​ blankly at the‍​ real sword, which​​‌ had been left⁠ unattended under the‌⁠⁠ desk.

I dont have time‍⁠ for this.

Shirone‌ jumped up and⁠ headed for the​​‍ study.

Whether⁠ I fight or⁠ not, its always‌ better to be‌‌⁠ prepared!

Since​ he lived in​ the mountains, Shirone​​ was confident in​‌‍ his stamina and‌ level of fitness,‍ so if he⁠ were to learn‍‍‍ self-defense, he would⁠‍ be able to​‍‍ at least save‍⁠ his life.

After‍‍ putting aside the​ history books for​‍​ the time being,​‍ he collected all​ the books related‍⁠‍ to swordsmanship.

While‍ there were technical⁠⁠​ books like the​ Sword Textbook, there⁠⁠⁠ were philosophical books⁠‍ such as What‍​ is Sword? and​ Only Humans Are‌ Afraid of the‍⁠ Sword.

Practical‌ books such as⁠‍ Lets Win With‌ Bluff and The‌‌‌ Stronger Individual Is⁠​‍ the Survivor were‍​ also seen.

Shirone​ opened a book⁠‍​ with the simple​‍ and clear title​‍ of Swordsmanship.

It‍⁠⁠ was a book​​‌ that contained the​‍ history of swordsmanship​‌ as well as‌⁠​ overall knowledge about‌‌ it.

It‌⁠ was also an‍⁠ interesting book in‌ the eyes of⁠‌ the aspiring mage,‍ Shirone.

If‌‍⁠ mages had the‌ Spirit Zone, swordsmen​ had something called⁠ the Schema.

Schema​ was both an⁠‍ imaginary body and‍ a schematic of​⁠‌ the human body.‌⁠‌

Every​ human had their‍⁠ own body image,⁠‌ and the Schema‍ was an extreme​ embodiment of it.⁠

Masters⁠​⁠ of Schema would​ say that they​‌ could fully understand‌‍ their body and​⁠‍ be involved in‌⁠‌ how their cells⁠‌‍ moved as well‌ as how their‌ nerves sent signals.​

Shirone‍‍‌ put down the​​ book and slapped‌‌‌ his knee.

Its​‌ nearly identical to​​⁠ Spirit Zone.

A mage would erase⁠​‌ their existence and​ assimilate with the‍‌ world, but a swordsman did the⁠ opposite and further‍​‌ dug into themselves.⁠‍⁠

Shirone‍⁠​ attempted Schema.

Feeling​‍ an imaginary self​‍‍ while maintaining the⁠⁠ senses just before‌ entering the Spirit‍‍⁠ Zone.

As‍​ expected, its not‌⁠ too difficult yet.‍⁠

However,‌ the imaginary body‍⁠⁠ was dark as‌ a shadow and⁠ could not be​‍‍ felt.

If​‍‌ I were to‍⁠ remove this dark⁠⁠​ curtain, it would‍ become Schema. It’s‍⁠ truly incredible.

Shirone‍ picked up the⁠‍⁠ book again.

It‌​ was written that‍ the method of‌⁠‍ mastering Schema varied‌ widely from family⁠⁠‌ to family and‍‍‍ that prioritizing specific​‌‌ parts to strengthen‌​ it depended on​‍ the method.

While⁠‌ there were families⁠‍⁠ that unlocked Schema⁠ to simply develop⁠ the mind, there​ were also families⁠‌​ that drove the‌⁠‍ body to the⁠‌​ limit.

Some⁠ families focused on‌ muscle strength, some⁠ speed, and some‍ used Schema to‍‌​ strengthen nerves.

Come⁠​ to think of⁠‌​ it

Shirone‍‍ recalled the red-haired​​ girl from the‌⁠ alley three years‍ ago.

At​‌⁠ that time, the⁠ situation was hectic,​​​ but when he‌‍ thought about it⁠‌ back at home,‌‍ her movements were‌⁠​ not something a normal human could​‌‍ do.

She​‌‍ unlocked Schema. She‍‍⁠ was about the‍‍ same age as⁠‌⁠ me What great⁠ talent.

Shirone⁠⁠ closed the book‍⁠‌ and ruminated.

Rian‌ couldnt have mastered‌⁠ Schema anyways, but‌ Shirone wanted to‌ try doing so,​​‍ even if there‌ was a barrier.‍‌⁠

Schema‌⁠ is not exactly⁠ swordsmanship. Just like⁠⁠​ how Spirit Zone⁠‍​ is not exactly‌‍ magic.

Just​ like how knowledge‍⁠‌ was significant to⁠⁠⁠ a mage, a strong body was​​ essential for a swordsman.

If‍​⁠ ones body is​ not supported, the‌ width of reinforcement‍ is extremely narrow.⁠‍ I already have⁠ the Spirit Zone,‌ so it would⁠ be faster to‍​ find a solution⁠ to swordsmanship rather‌ than trying to‍​⁠ accommodate two completely‌​ different concepts!

It‍‍ was a strategy⁠‌‌ to learn some⁠ useful swordsmanship with⁠​ the Spirit Zone⁠‍ as the base.‌

Good.‍‍

Shirone​ opened a beginners⁠ textbook in swordsmanship.​​

Knowing⁠⁠​ that his life⁠​‌ was on the​⁠ line, Shirones concentration‍‍ was at its​‌⁠ highest ever despite⁠ having to suddenly‍⁠⁠ study swordsmanship, a subject he previously⁠​ did not have‍‍ much interest in.‌⁠

* * *

ARGH!​⁠‌ ARGH!

Dust​‍​ rose in the‍‍ Great Training Grounds.​ Rians legs were⁠⁠​ the culprit.

His​‍‍ heart was about‍​⁠ to burst. No​​ oxygen was being​ inhaled, so the⁠​‍ chyme in his‌‌ stomach flowed back​‍ up.

Blaaargh!‍⁠‌ Blaaargh!

His⁠ lunch came out,‍⁠‍ but Rian did⁠‌ not falter and⁠⁠ continued to run.⁠

100‌‍ laps! Pass!

The‍​ swordsman, Kite, shouted.​‍ Rian looked different‌‌‌ today, and as​‌‌ his instructor, he‌ couldnt have been‌‍ any more proud.‍

New⁠ record! But what​​‍ happened to you?​‍​ Why just start‌‌⁠ to flow with‍‍ the training now?​

Damn⁠‌⁠ it! You call‌‍ this training?

What‍ did you say,‍ you punk?

Kite‍ looked at him⁠‌‌ with slit-eyes.

He​ complimented him for‌ the first time‌⁠ in a while,⁠ but old habits‍​ die hard. All‌​ Rian did was‍​‌ complain and grumble.‍​​

But⁠‌ todays whining was⁠​‍ different.

Im​​​ still standing on‍ my two legs!⁠​‌ Master, is there‍‍‌ anything harder?

Oho?⁠​​

Kite‌‍‌ was quite surprised.​​

Its‍ been a while‌⁠ since hes shown​​​ such zeal.

It‌​ was the first⁠‍ time in two‌‌ years since he‍ knelt before the​‌‌ genius of Rai‍​‌ Ogent.

You.⁠⁠ Something happened, right?‍‌‍

With‍​​ his hands on‍ his knees, Rian‍‌‍ raised his sweating‌​⁠ head.

…Theres‌‌⁠ nothing like that.​⁠​

Kite​ did not believe‍ him.

With⁠ the eyes of‌‌ his disciple staring⁠‍ ahead in such⁠‍​ a frightening way,​‍‌ Kite knew something​⁠ was definitely bothering​‌ him.

Is⁠⁠ it Rai again?‌‍

No​ matter how much‌​⁠ he thought about‍‍⁠ it, the only‌‌​ person who could‌ make Rian this⁠‌⁠ way was the⁠ second son of⁠ the family.

Did‍​‍ Rai accomplish something‌⁠​ again? But what?⁠​ Didnt Rai already‍ unlock his Schema?‍

It⁠ didnt matter. His‍‌ disciple was Rian,​​ not Rai. And‍⁠⁠ currently, he was‌​​ bearing his neck,‍​‍ allowing him to‍‌⁠ push Rian to⁠ his hearts content.​​⁠

Good!​ Lets go hard⁠‍ today! Even if⁠⁠ you were to‌⁠ die, I want‍ you to know‌‌ that I wont‌ be responsible for​ it!

Bring⁠ it on!

* * *

* * *

Rian⁠‍ swung an iron​‍ bar twice as​ heavy as a longsword.

There‌⁠‌ was no limit⁠‍ on the number​‍ of times he‍⁠ had to swing,‍‌​ for if you‌ couldnt realize Schema‍​ with your insight,‍‌ then the only‌​⁠ way was to‍⁠‍ push your body​⁠‌ to its limits.‍​​

Ha!‌‌‍ Ha! Ha!

Kite​ watched his student⁠ repeatedly cut vertically⁠ with satisfaction.

But‍⁠ not long afterwards,‍​ his expression hardened.‍⁠⁠

At‌⁠‌ last he realized⁠⁠‍ and ran towards​⁠​ Rian with his⁠ eyes wide.

You‍‍ crazy! Stop it!‌⁠ Youll burst your‌ muscles!

They‌​‌ havent burst yet!⁠‍

Kite‌ stopped himself.

Tears⁠​ were flowing down​​ from Rian’s eyes​‍ as he clenched‌ his teeth and‌​ continued to swing⁠‍‌ the iron bar.​‍

Damn​‌ it! Why arent⁠‌‍ my muscles exploding!‌ Why cant I break my arm?‍ I can do⁠​ more! This isnt‍‌​ the end! Im‍ not done yet!​‌

Tears⁠ welled up in‍‍ Kites eyes.

He​‌ was a teacher‍⁠⁠ who was as​⁠‌ upset as his‌ student.

How‍ come its not​‍ working? Hes pushed​ his body to​​ the limits So‍‌ why cant he‌‌​ open Schema?

Kite⁠⁠ wiped away the⁠⁠‍ tears with his‍‍ thick arms.

This‍‍‌ shouldnt be the‌ case. What would‍⁠ become of Rian⁠​‌ if even his‍ own teacher were‌‍ to doubt him?‍

Kite‍‌ intercepted Rians iron⁠⁠‌ bar.

This‌‌‍ time, Rian did‍⁠​ not protest and‍ stopped moving because​‌​ his teacher had‌​‍ stopped him with‌​‍ his own hand.‍‍

Rian,‍‍ thats enough. Lets‍‌ call it a day.

Rians⁠ madness disappeared with​⁠ that warm voice,‌​⁠ and with that,‌ his arms gave​‌ out, and without‌ even knowing that⁠‍‍ the bar had​‌ fallen to the⁠ ground, Rian replied⁠ with his head⁠ down.

Okay.⁠‌ Thank you.

Kite‍‌ wrapped an ice‌ towel around Rians‌​ shoulders. Seeing that‌‍‍ the bones were​‍‍ not damaged, he​ was surprised at‍⁠ the sturdiness of​‌​ Rians bones.

Sitting​‌​ on the hill‍ of the training⁠​ grounds, Rian was​⁠​ staring at the‍​ distant mountain with⁠ a fierce expression.‌‌

What​ are you thinking‌ about?

That‌‌ my arms are​ killing me.

There‍‍ was a small​‍ smile on Kites⁠⁠‌ face.

Rian,‍ Ive never written‌‍​ about your talent​‍​ in a report.⁠⁠

Tsk,‍​‌ did I ask?​⁠

But​ I think youre​‍ talented. Achieving something​​‌ quickly is not⁠‌ the only indicator‍‌​ of talent. Reaching⁠‍​ for the unachievable‍ is a talent‍‌ as well.

You‌ dont have to⁠​ comfort me. Its‍​​ only those words‌​ that are sweet.⁠​‌ Frankly speaking, Im‌​ only working this​​⁠ hard because Im⁠ not talented.

Is‌‍⁠ it really though?​‌ A genius knows‍ that theyre a genius, so they‍‌‍ are clearly aware‍‌‌ of what they​ can do. Have​‍ you ever thought‌‌ of that?

Well,‌‌‍ I do know​⁠ what I cant‍ do.

Yes.⁠​‌ Thats why youre​‌ not a genius.⁠⁠

Rian‌⁠‌ looked back at‌‍​ Kite with a ridiculous look.

He‍⁠ was adding fuel‌ to the fire.​‍​ He was a teacher who made‍⁠‍ both his arms⁠⁠⁠ and heart hurt.‌

Stop‌​‍ it. I already​​ know that.

Looking​⁠‌ at his pouting‍‍ student, Kite smiled.‌‌

But⁠ Rian, do you‌​⁠ know what a genius is afraid​‌‌ of? Theyre afraid⁠​ of effort. Geniuses⁠ work hard, but​⁠ their level of​‌ effort is different‌​ from normal people.‍⁠ They may experience⁠‍⁠ setbacks and pain,‌⁠‍ but there exists⁠ no doubt as​ they only do‍‌​ what they can.‌ So effort is‌ a powerful weapon​ for those who‌‌​ arent geniuses. Youre​ trying because youre⁠ not talented? Dont​⁠‍ even start with‍ that. While talent‌​ guarantees you something,‍⁠‍ effort can grant‌ you something talent‍‌‌ cant. And that‍ thing is will.‍​

Kite​ grabbed Rian by‍​ the shoulder and‍‌‌ squeezed.

You‍‍​ have the will⁠​​ to challenge the‌‌ nigh-insurmountable. That will⁠ is something not⁠​‍ everyone has. Simply‌‍‌ put, will power‍ is the natural‌ enemy of a genius.

Rian‌ liked that. It‍ didnt matter to⁠‌ him if they⁠​ were just words⁠ of comfort.

Yeah,‌⁠​ he didnt have‌ talent, but he​‌​ knew that despite​​ the fact he​​‍ wasnt born with​⁠ a road to⁠ success, he could‍ pave it himself.‌‍⁠

Ill‌ definitely win.

He​ was determined to​‌​ put everything he‍‍ had into training.​

* * *

Shirone​‌ knew clearly what⁠ he could and⁠⁠​ couldnt do.

And⁠ due to that,‌​‍ he began to⁠‍ study swordsmanship without‌‍‍ hesitation when he⁠⁠ realized the concept‌⁠ of Schema.

Selection​‍‍ and concentration.

Talent​ efficiently designs the‍ shortest distance to⁠‌ a destination through‌‍ these two.

Shirone‌‌ set aside all⁠ the miscellaneous techniques​⁠‍ and dug into‌‌⁠ the basics of‌​⁠ swordsmanship.

* * *

A month passed.

During‌‍ that time, Shirone⁠​​ trained in only‌ two things: the⁠ eight ways of⁠‌‌ cutting and the‌ eight ways of‌⁠ blocking.

This‍‍ is my best!‍

Satisfied‍ with his performance,‍‌​ Shirone finished his‌ training.

And⁠‍ finally, he asked‌ a question that‍‌ would show what​‌ he had learned‍ over the past​ month.

What‍​ is swordsmanship?

While‌ It was a sport that was‍ made with the‌​ purpose of taking‍ lives, it was‍ also a sport⁠ that required high-levels​ of wits and‌ intelligence in order​⁠ to come out​ alive.

Shirone​‌ aimed the sword​⁠‌ forward.

He‌ learned from the⁠‍⁠ books that the⁠ enemy could move​ in every way‍ imaginable, but he‍‌ knew that was‌‌​ not the truth.​‌‍

The‌ sword that comes​ in to cut‌‌⁠ me is real.​​​ So there are‍‌ eight places I need to block!‌​

He⁠ responded with his⁠⁠ imagination.

Eight‌ blades that overpowered‌ eight defenses turned⁠⁠⁠ to hundreds as⁠ one addition was​​ made.

Urk!⁠‍​

It⁠​ wasnt possible to⁠⁠ calculate all the‌​‌ ways a sword​​ could move.

Im⁠‍‍ not counting numbers.‌‌ Im feeling as⁠​ a whole.

Just​ like how you‍‍ couldnt see the​​ whole forest when‍ staring at a single tree, Shirone‌ needed to focus‍⁠ not only on‍‍‍ the individual aspects‍‍‌ of what he⁠ learned, but to‌​ look at them‌‌‌ as a whole.⁠

That⁠‌ was insight.

But‍​‌ it was easier​ said than done.‍⁠⁠

As‌​‌ various patterns spread‍​ out like fractals,​‌​ he kept focusing⁠ on a specific​‍ spot.

Its​​‍ okay if I dont make it.⁠​​ Lets observe for​ now. Im just‌​​ fixing errors right‌⁠ now!

Free​‌​ from tension, Shirone⁠ completely let go⁠‌ of his thoughts‌‌ at some point⁠​ as he delved‌ into his mind.⁠‍

Then⁠‌‍ the whole thing​‌‌ was visible and‌‍ all kinds of‍⁠‍ possibilities began to​ appear at once.‌

What?‌⁠

Shirones‌​ eyes were filled‍ with astonishment.

Theres⁠⁠ no end to‌ it.

His‍‍‍ sword and Rians‍​‌ were filling up‍​ the scenery around​ him.

Shirone,​⁠​ who dropped the​⁠‍ sword, stumbled backward.‌‍

Haa.​

Swords,⁠ too, were infinite.⁠‍‌ Shirone saw the‌‌ infinity of their⁠​ swords.

I see the swordsmen​ chose this kind​​ path!

Shirone​‌ chose the infinite⁠ path of magic,‍‌ so being able​ to relate swordsmanship‍ to that made‍ him feel good.⁠‌‍

Mom,​​⁠ Dad, Im sorry.‍‌ I might not‌ be able to​⁠ go back!

He‌ had no regrets.⁠‌‍

And⁠ the same was⁠‌‍ true for Rian.​⁠

Despite⁠‍‍ his life being​​‌ on the line,‌⁠ Shirone was happy⁠​ that he was‌​ able to see​ such a wonderful‍⁠‍ side of the‍ world.

Ding​ Ding Ding

The‍⁠​ bell rang signaling⁠​ eleven oclock.

Rian,‌​‌ who wanted to⁠ have what he‍‌⁠ couldnt have, did‍⁠ what he could.‍⁠⁠

The⁠‌ clash between the‍‍‌ two boys in​ stark contrast to‍​ each other was‌​ now just an⁠⁠ hour away.

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