The morning sun peeked through the windows, casting a gentle glow on the table where Imeng and Fein sat, sipping their steaming cups of tea. Imeng leaned back in his chair, a look of serene satisfaction on his face, while Fein reclined comfortably, his legs stretched out before him.
Imeng took a slow sip of his tea, relishing the warmth that spread through his body. He looked at Fein with a knowing smile and asked, "So, Fein, what's the plan for today's magical shenanigans?"
Fein leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, Master, I've been practicing those spell combinations you taught me. Gotta say, they're pretty wicked. I was thinking of taking it up a notch and adding some flashy elemental enchantments to the mix. You know, spice things up a bit."
Imeng chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, Fein, always the one for a little pizzazz. I can't deny that combining spells with elemental enchantments can create quite a spectacle. But remember, it's not all about the fireworks. Focus on the fundamentals, precision, and control."
Fein leaned back, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Don't worry, Master, I won't let the fireworks overshadow the real magic. I know it's all about finding the right balance and mastering the basics before going all out."
Imeng nodded, his expression proud yet tinged with a hint of caution. "That's the spirit, Fein. It's all about understanding the core principles and building a solid foundation. Once you've got that down, you can let your creativity soar."
Fein's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Absolutely, Master. I can't wait to see what kind of epic spells I can create with a little twist of enchantment. It's gonna be epic!"
Imeng chuckled, a hint of admiration in his voice. "You've got the spark of a true magician. Your laid-back attitude and natural talent make for a potent combination. Just remember to keep that curiosity alive and stay open to new possibilities."
Fein grinned, his casual demeanor not hiding his genuine appreciation for his mentor. "Thanks, Master. Your guidance has been invaluable. I wouldn't have come this far without your patient teachings and epic spell demonstrations. You're the coolest old wizard in town!"
Imeng laughed heartily, the lines on his face deepening with mirth. "Cool old wizard, huh? I'll take that as a compliment, Fein. But remember, behind this coolness lies years of experience and a few hidden tricks up my sleeve."
Fein raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, come on. You can't tease me like that and not share some of those secret tricks. That's just not fair!"
Imeng winked, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Well, Fein, maybe if you master those spell combinations with a touch of enchantment, I might just let you in on a few of those secrets. But for now, let's focus on our tea and mapping out today's magical adventures."
Fein nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Sounds like a plan. Let's make today another legendary chapter in our magical journey!"
As the conversation continued, Imeng couldn't help but notice Fein's eagerness to showcase his spellcasting skills with the use of a wand. He watched as Fein fumbled with his wand, his attempts at casting a simple spell resulting in comical mishaps.
Imeng's eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned closer, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "Fein, my apprentice, I must say your spellcasting skills still need a bit of polishing when using wand. Though, why do you want to use a wand when you are already perfectly proficient wandless? That last attempt was... let's just say it had more sparkles than actual magic."
Fein's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah, I might need a few more tries to get it right with wand. But hey, at least I'm entertaining, right? I just want to try the feeling of true wizard with wand. When wandless, I feel that its not cool enough."
Imeng chuckled, his laughter warm and infectious. "Entertaining indeed. I haven't seen such a creative interpretation of a levitation spell before. Who knew a floating flowerpot could become a temporary hat?"
Fein grinned, his self-deprecating humor shining through. "Well, you know me. Always pushing the boundaries of magic. Who needs a hat when you can wear a floating flowerpot with style?"
Imeng leaned back, his laughter subsiding but a smile still dancing on his lips. "Oh, Fein, you never fail to surprise me. Your enthusiasm is contagious, and your knack for turning mistakes into moments of amusement is a rare gift."
Fein's face lit up with pride, his playful nature undeterred by his earlier blunders. "Thanks. I've learned from the best. You always know how to make even the most serious situations a little lighter."
Imeng's eyes sparkled with a mixture of fondness and mischief. "Ah, Fein, I do have a talent for bringing levity to any situation. But let's not forget that behind the laughter lies a purpose. Magic is meant to be mastered, even if it means stumbling along the way."
Fein nodded, his expression earnest. "You're right. I may stumble, but I'll keep getting up and trying again. Because one day, those clumsy attempts will turn into graceful spells."
Imeng's smile softened, his gaze filled with pride and affection. "That's the spirit. Embrace the journey, embrace the mistakes, and never lose sight of the magic within you. I have no doubt that you'll become a skilled magician and surpass my brother, even if you trip over your own robes a few times."
Fein chuckled, his playful demeanor returning. "Well, I can't promise that I won't trip over my robes, but I can promise you that I'll always find a way to turn it into a grand entrance. A stumble and a flourish, that's my style."
Suddenly Fein's eyes widened. "Wait... Did you say brother just now? Imeng, do you still have a brother!? He must powerful like you, right?"
'Oh crap...' Imeng cursed his mouth for suddenly including his brother in their conversation. He look at Fein for a moment before sighing. "Well, my brother is more powerful than me. Even a thousand me can't defeat. Though, I might be able to hold him back for few minutes If I use all my means and trump card. But that's just it..."
"That powerful!? Just who's your brother?" Fein secretly swallowed. Even as an SS-rank, Fein felt the power of Imeng after being with him for past few weeks. As a leapfrogger himself, Fein felt that his win rate towards Imeng if they fight would just be 50%! Well, that's if he only uses his magic and elemental techniques. But if he use sword, it won't be certain who would win since he doesn't know his master's means.
Hearing Fein's question, Imeng just smiled and vanish out of thin air like a dust of smoke. Fein froze with his mouth agape. 'Wait... This seems familiar? Damn it! That old man left me hanging again!"
"Just who's his brother?" Fein look at the ceiling and whispered in daze.
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