It wasnât the usual nonsense. These were meaningful words.
The other partyâs suggestion.
Their eyes.
It was because Irene was too engrossed in the atmosphere the other party created that he missed what the cat said.
âHeavyâ
Very heavy.
The serious feeling.
He had felt it a few times before.
When he first stepped into Krono, instructor Ahmed released the same pressure on the podium.
The same atmosphere around instructor Karaka, who had the same smiling face as ever, but with different eyes.
No, this one was heavier.
A while, for a secondâŠ
âIt reminded me of school master Ian.â
Irene quickly brushed off that thought.
It was absurd. Ian, the school master, is one of the most powerful swordsmen on the continent.
No matter how great Lulu was, she couldnât be compared to Ian.
But having that thought run inside his mind was enough to know just how special the black cat was.
âHowâŠâ
However, his thoughts about Lulu didnât last long.
The sorcerer approached Irene, who was silent, and spoke.
No, she spoke several times.
âYah!â
âYah, yah.â
âYah, yah, yah.â
âAre you listening to me? Be my disciple.â
âThis and that, Iâll tell you everything. Letâs go into the exciting world of sorcery together!â
ââŠâ
Lulu was excited, almost as if the heavy air around her a moment back didnât exist.
Irene Pareira, who came to his senses, took a step back and answered.
âI wonât.â
âI donât get it! Why!â
âItâs obvious why. Iâm not a sorcerer.â
âItâs fine. You can learn it from now on. Iâll teach you.â
âNo, this isnât magic, but sorcery⊠is sorcery something you can learn because you want to? I know magic is okay, at least it can beâŠâ
He was right.
Swordsman, magician, and sorcerer.
Reaching the highest level for all three is difficult, not the initiation.
Some say that starting the sword is easy, then comes magic, and finally sorcery.
Maybe it meant honing innate abilities was difficult, but it also meant that learning something through sheer determination was almost impossible.
Besides, Irene had no intention to pursue sorcery.
Just finding his own sword was giving him a headache. He had no intention to reach out to other fields.
And the boy put his thoughts into words. An outright refusal.
However, the black cat had no intention of giving up.
âWhatâs wrong with being a swordsman along with that?â
âHuh?â
âThere is no one more suitable for a sorcery than a swordsman with a strong will⊠youâre most likely to demonstrate sorcery along with the sword.â
âWhat are youâŠâ
âYou, do you lack common sense? Do you know the difference between a swordsman, a magician, and a sorcerer?â
Irene Pareira went silent.
As Lulu said, he didnât know.
The cat clicked her tongue a couple times, then she slowly touched the ground and tapped the floor.
Of course, there wasnât any real sound because her paws were small. However, the action conveyed a meaning.
To sit.
The boy sat quietly, and Lulu, who sat in front of Irene, cleared her throat.
Before long, the explanations about swordsmen, magicians, and sorcerers began to flow out of the catâs mouth.
All forms of martial arts, including swordsmanship, focus more on the body and consider the body as the inner universe.
It seeks to grow mentally and physically throughout training and more training.
In the process of understanding oneself more closely and moving in a better direction, one acquires a mysterious power, Aura, which was being called pressure.
Conversely, magicians concentrate on the external environment, that is the outer universe.
By analyzing mana, the mystical power which resides in all things, one tries to realize the principles, laws, and logic of the world.
The closer one gets to the truth, the higher oneâs level will be, and the greater the power they handle.
So, what about sorcerers?
People often say this.
âSorcerer? A swarm of wild people?â
Someone who is part of the world.
A being who makes the impossible possible.
Unconventional existences that disregard the worldâs laws, ignore common sense, earnestly desire for their own fulfillment, and actually make things possible.
Lulu never really cared about other peopleâs opinions.
âItâs true to some extent. From the point of view of sorcerers, there are many things which we could say, but they would sound absurd to others. Itâs like saying I want money when I can make a gold ingot suddenly pop into the air. But there is one thing you should know.â
âWhat thing?â
âItâs the desires of a sorcerer that can make even the most absurd things possible.â
ââŠâ
âNormal beings have an unimaginably strong will. Actually, itâs pretty normal for people to have that, right? But, itâs weird to think that an ordinary person can change the world alone. How is that, do you see just how great of a cat I am?â
âSoâŠâ
Irene could roughly understand what Lulu was trying to say.
To others, he might look like a lucky guy lacking skills.
However, that wasnât the case. A sorcerer is someone with an extraordinary mind and unrivaled will to perform sorcery.
In other words, a sorcererâs power is proportional to the power of their mind.
Hearing Ireneâs summary, the cat nodded.
âRight. Well understood. So now, do you get it?â
âWhat?â
âHow well suited you are for sorcery?â
Lulu looked at the boy.
Normal appearance, pretty normal face. Everything was natural. The cat slowly approached Irene because he looked normal.
But her eyes.
The eyes of Lulu, which looked at Irene now, were different from before.
And she continued.
âI felt it. The sword you just showed me. To cut down something⊠that slash was incredibly strong!â
ââŠâ
âThat kind of will is enough. Of course, not just the will. Itâs important to know whether or not you were born suitable for sorcery, but⊠you can. You have the talent for sorcery.â
âHow can you know that?â
âBecause Iâm a sorcerer! One sorcerer knows another sorcerer! I can bet on this. If you⊠well, with a little help, you will be able to awaken your powers within a year. And theyâll work with your sword too.â
How was that? Would he still reject the offer to be the catâs disciple?
Lulu folded her front paws with a confident expression.
Irene couldnât understand, but her face was overflowing with confidence.
Confidence that Irene would accept the offer!
But, Irene shook his head with a bitter smile.
âIâm sorry, but I canât.â
âWhat? Why! Whyyy!â
âIt isnât that I hate learning sorcery, just⊠what you just saw me do right now⊠that, that isnât mine. That wasnât my sword.â
âHuh?â
âHmm⊠itâs a little hard to explain.â
Irene had a flustered expression.
He never once told anyone about his dreams.
Because if someone who locked himself in his room all his life said that, everyone would treat him as mentally ill.
âBut⊠I donât think this cat will treat me like that.â
It wasnât like he knew Lulu well.
But it wasnât like Lulu was a stranger.
The black cat that the boy talked to was by no means narrow-minded.
In addition, the insight with which the cat spoke about the single slash gave him confidence.
This was important.
âMaybe, after listening to my story, I might discover a secret I couldnât realize before.â
Irene nodded and carefully explained the dream.
About the strange man who appeared every night in his dreams and the sword he wielded.
âWah, amazing. Is that like possession?â
âPossession?â
âYes. I heard that some people have a different memory inside them, a different soul, personality, and whatnot, which will overlap with their actual self. But Iâve never seen it.â
âI see.â
âIt isnât exactly the same case as yours. Rather similar but, uh⊠but well, do you really think that it will hinder you learning sorcery?â
Sadly, Lulu couldnât give any advice.
No, it seemed like the cat didnât even pay any attention to that.
Rather, it seemed like it was focusing on if it was really a dream or an excuse.
Irene smiled bitterly.
âI canât get a single idea about my sword, but that manâs sword is so attractive.â
Naturally, he had no intention of accepting Luluâs offer.
The manâs sword was something he had to forget, not something to be polished.
However, he had no intention of ruling out sorcery.
He thought for a moment.
âWell, I canât do it. I have no intention of awakening sorcery with the will of someone else.â
âAhh! Forget that and try it! Iâm sure itâll be funâŠâ
âInstead, not with the manâs sword, but with my own sword, then I can try.â
âUh? Your sword?â
âYes, my own sword.â
âWhat kind of sword is your sword?â
âWellâŠâ
âWasnât what you showed me your sword? Was that one your own?â
ââŠâ
He couldnât answer yes.
He was still trying to find his sword.
But that was it. He still didnât know what it meant to find his own sword.
âIn the end, itâs the origin.â
In order to learn sorcery, he had to understand what his sword meant, so he had no choice but to postpone the catâs proposal.
The boy sighed softly and explained his situation.
He hoped that Lulu wouldnât feel bad. With a little hope that she would support his efforts.
However, the words which came out of the catâs mouth were unexpected.
âThere is something wrong with what youâre doing, and what youâre doing isnât putting in effort.â
âHuh?â
âIt isnât effort.â
Irene looked into Luluâs eyes. Trying to make sure that he heard correctly.
Silence spread. The boyâs bewildered eyes looked at the sharp eyes of the cat. It looked like he was urging for an answer.
And the cat spoke again.
âIt will all be in vain.â
A cold answer.
Late afternoon.
Irene Pareira, who came into his room after finishing practice much earlier than usual, sat on his bed.
It wasnât because he was out of energy. There was no way that the stamina he built up in Krono would be exhausted.
But,
There was another reason.
The boy pondered what Lulu had told him.
âJust because you put in the effort, just because youâre overworking your body doesnât mean that the effort is worth it.â
âDo you know the exact definition of effort? Effort means to work hard with the body and mind to achieve a goal.â
âUsing the mind is just as important as using the body.â
âHonestly, itâs interesting. Usually, only the mind works for many. People who want to get rich without working, people who want to become good at drawing without ever practicing, people who want to lose weight without running a single lap⊠theyâre all the kind who never act. No matter how hard they try mentally, these peopleâs actions cannot be called effort.â
âYour physical effort is amazing. But your mind isnât involved. Even if you get what you are looking for, you wonât be happy.â
âAnd I canât see this as effort either. Because you arenât fully involved in your actions.â
âNow, do you understand why I said it was a waste?â
âItâs the heart which supports the actionsâŠâ
Something he never thought of.
Yet, it was something he had to accept.
âI have nothing to say.â
The last words of the cat.
Compared to constantly swinging the sword, compared to moving⊠worrying about what his sword was, his will to solve the problem was shallow.
He was just being swept away by the flow while pretending to be in control.
âIâŠâ
But right now, he couldnât focus.
Recalling Lulu, Irene mumbled.
âWhatâs her identity?â
He knew that Lulu was a great sorcerer.
But this time, Lulu seemed to be a lot greater than he had imagined.
Naturally, he felt intrigued.
Of course, if he keeps asking questions while sitting in the corner of his room like he did in the past 10 years, he will never find anything outâŠ.
It was time to think.
Knock!
âYoung lord, may I enter?â
âYes.â
In response, Marcus cautiously entered the room. He looked around before he could say anything.
âThe cat sorcerer⊠isnât here, right?â
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âNot here? Why?â
âI see. The first thing I want to tell you about is the cat.â
The boyâs eyes lit up.
After a while, the words about the cat sorcerer came out of the servantâs mouth.