With many mages gathered, I was bathed in the center of their applause.
âMagician Zeff Einstien, with praise and respect towards your powerful magic, we bestow upon you the t.i.tle of the strongest red mage, the âFlame of Flamesâ.â
âHaha, thank you.â
âWork hard to not shame this t.i.tle.â
Iâm an old man now, but yeah thatâs me-
The mage holding the red branchâs highest t.i.tle, the âFlame of Flamesâ.
Ever since I was a child Iâve been entranced by red magic, this was the incentive I needed to get this far, to train this hard.
I devoted myself day after day to magic; wine, women, gold, and other all temptations of the world meant nothing compared to my study of red magic.
Thereâs a very deep feeling to it.
Among the thunderous applause, a hand slowly fell from the pulpit, silencing the audience. The gaze of a young mage could be seen.
He then slammed his fist down.
Popular spice. (TN: lol I donât evenâŠ)
It didnât seem like an act of malice.
It was praise, saying to rejoice in the fact that it is commendable,but could still grow.
And disparages are, is outraged by being a fool, but also can be grown.
That stand out, he very efficient growth method. (TN: These two paragraphs⊠T^T)
However, Iâll partake in this, for my further growth!
âI will aim for further heights! As the Flame of Flames, Iâll rise to be the strongest among them!â
Wow~~~~~! !
While wrapped in a vortex of applause and cheers I pushed up my the right hand.
*Pashapasha* The sound of a miniature magic projector coming in could be heard.
Word also spread through the Mage a.s.sociationâs distribution of the newspaper, which was released throughout the continent. This year, talk of the new magic master would be a hot topic.
âthe following year.
I visited the Mage a.s.sociation because of a new Magic spell called ăScout Scopeă.
This is is something that magicians can use to measure their latent ability or talent, and learn what systems of magic theyâd be compatible with.
âMagicâ can basically be divided into five systems or branches.
ăRed/Scarletă
Flame magic proficient in attack spells, suppressing its power is very taxing on the body.
ăBlueă
Water magic proficient in support, and interference, various effects can be learned from this branch of magic. Coincidentally the ăScout Scopeă spell is also of the ăBlueă branch.
ăGreenă
Magic affiliated with the earth and s.p.a.ce. Itâs possible to control both s.p.a.ce and the terrain if trained. There arenât many variations for this branch to be used, but itâs very powerful.
ăSkyă
Magic capable of interfering with the atmosphere, making control over wind and thunder possible. The whimsical nature of this branch makes it powerful, but very hard to control.
ăSoulă
Magic of Angels and Demons. Itâs said, that if trained itâs possible to deliver a message to either G.o.d or the Devil themselves⊠There arenât many pract.i.tioners of this branch, and not much is known about itâŠ
These are the five systems of magic, or at least these are the five main systems that most Magicians train in.
I myself specialize in Red magic.
To measure someoneâs potential through ăScout Scopeă, of course Iâd be interested . Itâd be good to show every mage this.
Although others couldnât use it very well, I naturally mastered it, and used it on myself.
The results for the strongest Red mage the âFlame of Flameâ wereâŠ
Zeph Einstein
Level 99
ăRed/Scarletă Magic level: 62/ 62
ăBlueă Magic level: 49/ 87
ăGreenă Magic level: 22/99
ăSkyă Magic level: 22/89
ăSoulă Magic level: 19/97
Eh�
My eyes involuntarily popped out.
The strongest red mage⊠has red magic as his lowest talent?!
No way!?
Although I re-checked it multiple times⊠the number didnât change.
âLevelsâ are a concept that have existed since long ago, whereas its possible to forcefully obtain growth at a fast pace with its rise.
Though eventually, levels will stop rising and the growth will stop. This is called the âtalent limitâ, the end of training.
I myself, long ago, have felt the limits of my growth.
With a level of 99 you begin to think about these things.
However, are the hard-to-use/train ăGreenăand ăSoulăsystems really the ones with the highest potential?
They mightâve not trained as hard as me, but others may easily have greater potential for theăRed/Scarletăsystem.
This is so wrong.
I wasnât always an old man⊠I used to be young too.
This canât be⊠I donât deserve an outcome like this!
The longer you study magic, the less you should expect near the end.
The fruits of all my training and research canât have all been a lie, Iâd rather die than let things end like this!
Though I wonât die! Even though I feel a bit dead insideâŠ
Then, another red mage with a higher talent level took the t.i.tle of âFlame of Flamesâ away from me.
My limit was 62, while his was 99.
The Mage a.s.sociation said that since my potential level was too low I was unworthy of the t.i.tle.
I couldnât say anything in my defence.
With me reaching my maximum potential, it was time for a newer, younger mage to shineâŠ
âand be given my t.i.tleâŠ
Even though he had the talent for it, with no combat experience thereâs no way Iâll lose to some brat..
Although they didnât, I understand.
But I wonât give up, Iâll keep walking the path of a mage until my death.
I struggled, to end the suffering of training even a second sooner.
On the verge of death I finally created a new spell.
I spent many years waiting, to release the magic Iâve engraved into this body.
ăTime Leapă
My spirit left my body, traveling through s.p.a.ce-time back to the past.
The spell was still incomplete though, only knowledge was pa.s.sed over, and Iâll have to re-train my magic all over again.
But luckily, I like training.
Unstable, yes, and I donât know how far back the spell will take me, but this time Iâll take advantage of my knowledge and ăScout Scopeăto the fullest.
My consciousness rapidly disappeared, and turned white.
AndâŠ
âZeph, youâll be late for school! Get up!â
A white bed, my motherâs voice, and the smell of miso soup.
My body had been returned to that of a boyâs.
I went back to a good time.
Luck seems to be on my side.
Itâs hard to move my body though.
I honestly didnât think it would go so well.
It would be nice to say that it was a great success.
I pointed my index finger towards the window, and draw out the spell for the elementary level red magic ăRed Ballă.
But it didnât activate.
âNo wayâŠâ
I focus on my body, but the magic power lines that should flow through it arenât responding well.
I have to fix this as soon as possible. Forget level of potential, a mage that canât use magic isnât a mage at all!
âŠbut at the moment Iâm hungry.
âAh, Iâm coming mom!â
As I ran down the stairs, seeing my motherâs face for the first time in such a while, I cried a little bit.
Mother saw my tear-stained face, and laughed gently.
To such a nostalgic smile, the tears wouldnât stop flowing.
âWhat is it Zeph? Did you see a scary dream?â
âNo⊠Iâm just⊠Happy is allâŠâ
âWhat a funny child.â
I who has lived until an old man, painfully knows the importance of time.
I canât even waste one second. I must train my magic efficiently this time.
I wiped my tears, and when I tasted my momâs food for the first time in a while, I cried again.