No matter how good-natured one is or how much one wants their friend to be successful, as a human being, one would feel a little jealous over their friend's success in the corner of their heart. To give an example.
When two childhood friends gather and talk about their exam results, the one who got a little lower grade than the other would feel a little jealous. Or, if a mother sees another mother whose child is more successful than hers, she would feel defeated. Her ego would be damaged.
And, as a human being, Austin was not an exception to that as well. Although he loved his son deep in his heart and always wanted his well-being, seeing his son achieving something he couldn't achieve, in the corner of his heart, he was not able to digest that fact very well, and he was a little mad over the fact that his son was better.
Considering in his whole life, only a handful of people managed to reach his rate of growth; therefore, he was always pampered as a genius. People would always praise him, seeing his growth coupled with his background. Even in his twenties, he was already considered the future strongest person in the Wraslugia kingdom.
Therefore, regardless of his good nature, Austin developed a huge sense of pride in the skills he had never shown to anyone.
And this pride of his' shattered the moment he saw his son entering the identity definition state in just 132 attacks. This made him angry. The fact that the little child in front of him was better than him made him mad. He couldn't accept it.
This is the reason why there was a ferocious look in his eyes. freewe(b)novel.com
'Let's see how much of a genius you are, my son.'
He thought in his head and started the next part of their training with Callius.
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The moment I managed to grasp my own definition of lightning magic, the lighting strikes father threw at me started feeling less uncomfortable.
If, in the beginning, it hurt, then right now, it was like I was in the place where I was supposed to be. In the midst of all these, I started feeling the lighting itself. The bolts father threw at me, even before they hit me, I could feel them coming closer.
It was like I was the king of thunder, the person who was in charge of this place. And the only thing left for me to do was direct that lighting.
It was like, as a baby, I learned how to crawl on my own. Closing my eyes, sensing the lightning mana scattered all around me, I started directing it.
Different from the last time I did with any other magic I used, I directed the mana around me without absorbing it.
I am the ruler of this space. I felt like that. I don't need to use my mana core to use my lightning magic.
By realizing that, I started attracting all the lighting mana around me. It was like all the lighting mana around me was willing to get controlled by me.
And just like that, I regained my sense of hearing.
/CRACKLE/ /CRACKLE/ /CRACKLE/
Just like that, I started hearing the thunder strikes around my body and the lightning bolts I was attracting from my father.
And I opened my eyes. Although I don't know why I felt like something inside me was awakened at that moment. It was like my body itself was changing. And there were a lot of thunderstrikes happening around me at the moment.
When I opened my eyes, the scene I saw was more chaotic than it was before. Thunder strikes everywhere around my body as well as around the body of Father.
Little sparks of electricity spray all around.
That scene was beautiful.
'Ah, the beauty of destruction.' That was what I thought while watching the scene.
However, there was no time for me to admire the scene around me.
"145. Son, do you understand the essence of lightning?"
Without giving me any time, father threw another thunder strike at me.
'Now it feels like those strikes are the most basic ones. Just to make me understand my own magic. Father, even after you died, you are still helping me.'
I thought while answering father.
"Yes, father. I finally managed to understand my own essence of lightning magic."
Saying that I grabbed the lightning bolt father threw at me.
"It is destruction."
The moment I said that, a smile appeared on the face of my father. It was a proud smile, but his eyes were not smiling at all.
"Good, now we are finally starting the good part."
He said while keeping his smile, but after all this time he trained me, I knew what that smile meant. It meant the future pain I was going to feel.
"You managed to finish the first part of your training. Now you must be able to freely control the lightning-attributed mana around you without using your core. However, you won't be the only person who would be able to control elemental magic. Let's start the good part."
And the moment he said that the aura surrounding him changed. If, in the beginning, the impression he gave with the lotus position he made was a lazy one, right now, the impression he gave was an intimidating one.
"Do you know the reason why our family has never declined all over those years? Why our lightning magic were always powerful if everyone meant to grasp their own magic? Was every member of our family a genius? Have you ever thought about that?"
Father asked while standing with his hands tied on his back. The posture he was making looked like the emperor of lighting itself.
"No, it can't be. No matter how strong a bloodline is, there is bound to be a person who is not as talented as other members. It is highly possible for our household since we were there for thousands of years."
I answered. In the first place, from the perspective of science, no matter how talented one's parents are, the possibility of producing a defective child will always exist genetically.
"Good answer. Then, why do you think we were always strong?"
"The reason must be the transfer of the techniques of magic developed by the previous members of our family. Like you are about to do. If the magic developed by the geniuses of our household would be transferred to talentless people, even they would be the strongest ones of their generation. It was meant to be."
I answered with a smile on my own. Yes, no matter how much of a genius you are, if you think about only your period of your time while managing something, your legacy won't remain for too long in this world. To make your legacy permanent, you need to develop such a system that even the future generations of your family would become unique on their own. And to do that, there is one thing our household can do. It is passing the magic developed.
"As expected of my son, you are correct. The reason why we are using the astral realm right now is because of that. Although I am sure you would be able to develop your own magic, the cumulative experience our household gathered would be wasted if you did. And, as you expected, this is what we are going to do right now.
However, there was one thing you misspelled. I won't 'teach' you how to use my magic. No, I will carve it into your head, your body, and your soul. And it will hurt so much that even protecting your sanity will be hard.
Are you ready for the pain, my son? It doesn't matter even if you don't."
Father said with a serious expression on his face which made me remember a meme from Earth.
'It was at this moment he knew he fucked up.'
I remembered this phrase that I was meant to say just at this moment, but of course, I didn't say it.
'Bring it on, father. Do you think a mere pain will be able to discourage me like that?'
With those thoughts, I nodded my head.
"Yes, father. I am ready."
"I see; then let me first show you the magic of our ancestors."
And the moment I answered, a lightning bolt suddenly attacked me. But it was different from the other times. This time, it looked like a snake, not a simple flow of electricity.
"Come forth, the dragon of thunder."
And at that moment, a couple of wings suddenly appeared on the back of that snake.
"Bheithir."
/ROAR/
Following was a huge roar shaking the heavens itself.
"This is the magic of our ancestors, the companion of our founder, and the magical beast of our own family, Bheithir. And to summon it, you must have at least the amount of mana that an 8-star mage has."
Father started explaining to me; however, my ears and eyes were not there at all.
At this moment, I was only looking at the way it handled the thunder, nothing more, nothing less….
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