Lea, The Story of the Magus of the Casiopea Continent
A Fireball as Big as a Tennis Ball

  I opened my eyes early in the morning with a clear mind. The muscles of my body that usually screamed in pain - as a result of the battle training under the guidance of Instructor Captain Cannabas, now felt relaxed and did not scream in pain as usual.

"Is this thanks to the breath-regulating technique I learned last night?" batinku happy.

   I secretly reread the copy of the words containing the breathing technique, trying to memorize it carefully. It seems like I have to be careful with my two roommates, Salome and Yasmin.

   The two girls were very curious about my progress and abilities in the field of magic. I'm afraid that if I just carelessly put these copies down, it'll make them steal the read, and then try to train them.

   I think that techniques like this, specially made and become rare, can not be owned by everyone. If only Salome and Yasmin practiced this technique, I feared that my development and progress would be disrupted because I would not be in the spotlight and attention anymore.

   Maybe in this case I was selfish. However, since entering this academy, I learned about the meaning of competition and the meaning of being the greatest, so that you will be the center of attention, and all the resources will flow into your pockets without the need to torture yourself like I am now.

"Will but it's still a long time to be the center of attention isn't it?" I said remind myself.

"You've only been practicing this breathing technique for a day. Don't be proud ! Remember and always be humble. Surely the one who hates you will be blessed if you choose humble "my word once again to yourself.

   Today I was in such a hurry to finish all the work and tasks of the class. I really really wanted to go to the magic battle training hall, to try once again the fire-control technique.

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    In the training room whose walls had been installed arrays and spells of retaining magic and the deadly aura of the students practicing, the, I sat in the lotus position (crazy) according to the teaching on the breathing copy (sian) that I found.

   I concentrated fully, imagining a hot fireball coming out of my mind, flowing rapidly in both of my hands. In that concentration, I exerted a strange energy that came from somewhere in the abdomen, close to the navel.

   Slowly warm air crept out of the abdominal cavity, radiating fast through all the veins in my hand that I imagined holding a fireball.

"Now ! Open the Eyes !" I said while exerting magic energy from the mind and mixed with warm air from the stomach.

"I let out a small cry of joy, when I saw two burning fireballs, they were terrible enough to be used in battle - they were the size of a tennis ball.

   Due to my rash attitude with that little scream, instantly the two fireballs in my right and left hand went out.

   Not wanting to give up on my first failure earlier, I repeated all the processes like starting from the first.

Wush !

   I smiled silently - my concentration was awake - where two balls of fire were burning in my right and left hand.

   As if not wanting to waste this momentum, I jumped up and performed the basic battle technique Cannabas taught me with two fireballs in my hand.

   My body danced like a goddess of war or a goddess of fire, looking beautiful yet dangerous. All my movements were slow and slow. But according to Instructor Cannabas, using such a flaccid combat style instead, my opponent would be fooled into thinking I was a weak woman.

"When he had been beguiled by your flaccid technique, at that moment many deadly spots on his limbs became open and weakened.

   That's when you can finish off your opponent using any weapon" concluded Captain Cannabis.

   I ended my war dance by releasing one by one the fireballs in my hand, towards the wooden statue that was often the object of training.

Duar! - Duar !

I was quite surprised when I saw the fireball in my small hand, bursting explosively and making the people of the training object tremble violently. 

"It was fortunate that the statue only shook, and was not charred or broken. The magic installed on this thing is a good protection magic" I said consolingly while imagining the cost I would have to pay if the scarecrow was damaged.

   I glanced left and right, to make sure no one was surprised or too concerned to enter the witch training hall, hearing the frenzied sounds of the explosion.

   I happily returned to my room, and imagined my journey towards the Wind Spruce Forest tomorrow. 

Seriate.

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