Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy-Chapter 52: Well suited

“Rachel?”

“Yes.”

“Can you teach me how to use my mana today?”

While we were walking towards the Training Grounds, I asked her that.

Since I now lived in a fantasy world, I yearned to wield the power of mana, an essential force one shouldn’t neglect.

Fortunately, unlike other fantasy settings, anyone in this world could manipulate the mana present in the atmosphere.

The only limit was how much a person’s body could withstand the mana.

Those with larger capacities could become great mages or wizards, while the average person like Rachel, could blend mana with martial skills and the people with minimal capacity could only produce a minor spark with their mana.

They might as well be considered devoid of any sort of mana in the practical sense.

At least that’s what the books about Mana manipulation said, and naturally, I should also possess at least a basic capability of wielding mana.

Only by trying to manipulate it could I understand my capacity.

Although I tried to follow the book’s instructions to manipulate my mana, I couldn’t do it.

Perhaps because learning from an instruction book wasn’t the optimal way to grasp such esoteric concepts.

That’s why I hoped that I could learn more from seeing Rachel do it, leading to my question for her.

Rachel represented the dreams of any Fantasy fan, a swordsman who could imbue her mana into her swordplay.

She wasn’t called [ The Purple Knight ] merely because of her purple hair, but because her mana would often have a purple color when used in battle.

Rachel made use of her mana to overcome her own physical limitations, and I was eager to learn if I could harness such benefits myself.

If I wish to make dishes with higher-ranking monster meat, I must tread through the arduous path of martial arts to reach the zenith...Or take a shortcut and use my inherent magical power.

Naturally, the latter seemed quicker and easier, but it depended on being born with a substantial capacity to handle mana.

Another unusual thing about this world was the monster ranking system.

For instance, Dragons, which are typically the apex predators in most fantasies, were considered mid-tier beings here.

While a [ Slime ] was a top-tier monster.

To put it favorably, the Original Novel had quite a unique and innovative setting.

Or maybe,

The Author was just a slime fan.

According to the bestiary, slimes have a squishy yet elastic body and a tough, smooth exterior utterly immune to all manner of physical attacks.

Furthermore, they are also highly resistant to magic, except for fire-based attacks, making them difficult creatures to hunt.

Additionally, their ability to shapeshift allowed them to overwhelm most hunters in an instant, engulfing and suffocating them before dragging their bodies into their center mass to be slowly dissolved by their digestive acids.

Also, their translucent body would display the gruesome flesh being dissolved.

Ironically, unlike the other monsters, their seemingly ‘cute’ appearance has led to ‘slime-based pudding’ reigning as the premier dessert for the aristocratic society.

Given their extremely low population and the difficulty of hunting them, one single plate of slime pudding costs as much as a small house, which no fallen County could afford.

However, if I can’t afford to buy it, I might as well make it myself.

Perhaps the ultimate destination of my Culinary Journey might be the [ Slime Pudding ].

Anyway,

Given my late start, I was in desperate need of training in mana handling.

Hopefully, the capacity of my ‘container’ could at least support the necessary mana to help me reach my desired power.

After Rachel finished her preparations for the training, she looked at me while gripping a wooden sword and said,

“You want to use mana?”

“It would be very helpful. But no matter what I learned from those books, I just couldn’t get the knack of it.”

“Hm...I’m not sure how to teach you this, since I stumbled upon it by chance.”

“By chance?”

“Yes. I learned how to use it just before a near-death experience. Had I not, I wouldn’t be here today.”

Ah.

Hmm.

I see,

That’s,

Quite a lethal awakening, wasn’t it?

Unfortunately, since I wasn’t inclined to risk my life for enlightenment, I had to beg my teacher again for a safer lesson.

“Could you at least give me some pointers? If I see you performing it, I might learn something.”

“......”

Rachel’s black eyes turned towards me.

It had been the same during our first training session.

When this disciple had pleaded to learn the basics of swordsmanship, she had looked at me with the same eyes.

Eyes filled with contemplation.

Then, she had promised, ‘I’ll think of a teaching plan and tell you tomorrow’.

Apologizing for her lack of eloquence.

It was the same look as that day, and thus, I anticipated a promise for tomorrow.

“As you wish. I shall try to convey what I know, however, please bear with my poor teaching skills.”

The teacher had accepted her student’s request.

Not only had Rachel relieved this student’s hangover with her father’s secret recipe, but she also graciously shared the best part of her monster dish.

Today, it seemed that there was no person kinder than her.

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“It’s like this...You feel something wriggling inside....With a Zoosh”

“Then...You gather it around your heart...Like Swiiish”

“...Send it up through your shoulders....With a Shaaa...”

“...Concentrate it at the elbows...Like a ShzShzShz”

“And then...Just will it towards your fingers...With a Bam!”

Spark-!

Bright violet flames blossomed from Rachel’s hands.

“This is how you manipulate mana.”

...

......

.........

She’s very kind...

............What a benevolent teacher I have.

See? It’s just that simple, isn’t it?

Just like a certain curly-haired painter who can sketch a masterpiece of landscape in a flash, Rachel’s ‘lesson’ also ended just as quickly. 1

Teacher? Aren’t you ending this lesson rather quickly?

While I probably should have said something like that, I knew that Rachel had never received nor imparted any sort of instructions before, and this had been her best, so I pushed my frustrations and stood from my seat.

Actions over words.

Practice over theory.

Self-study over formal learning.

It would indeed be rather vexing to ask Rachel, who had stumbled upon her skills during her numerous life-threatening experiences, to fluently explain them.

Above all,

Some things required a more ‘hands-on’ approach.

Thanks to Rachel’s demonstration, I could feel the dense fog obscuring my vision clear out bit by bit.

It might be a bit exaggerated to say, but it felt as if the mana rising from Rachel’s core flowed along her bloodstream.

I seemed to have gotten a bit of a grasp on it.

It’s as they say - Better to see something once than to hear about it a thousand times

Our ancestors understood such a thing, thus leaving this piece of wisdom behind.

Despite my Teacher’s poor wording, I took her words seriously.

I placed my hand near my core.

I could feel something.

A pulsation.

Something swirling inside me.

“I-If you give me some time, I may be able to offer you a more polished version and teach you better.”

Rachel’s words flew around my ears, but I remained focused on my task.

Feeling this swirling energy, I attempted to follow Rachel’s steps,

“...Like this...You feel...”

Then, gather it around the heart

My heartbeat quickened for a moment.

“Next...Send it up through your shoulders.”

The concentrated energy split, traveling towards both of my shoulders.

My heartbeat gradually calmed.

“Concentrate it at the elbows.”

As I tried to will this energy to move towards my fingers, there seemed to be a blockage, and the pulsations focused on my elbows felt like it was dissipating.

Then, I could feel the energy returning to my shoulders.

Eventually, the pulse gathered on my left elbow dissipated completely.

I gritted my teeth.

Clenched my hands.

Tensed my stomach.

It somehow felt necessary.

“......”

My body started trembling.

It was a shiver, originating from deep within, as the weakening pulsations burst out violently once more.

Then, the energy gathered on my right elbow seemed to flow through my veins towards the fingertips.

As if a lightning bolt had branched in the sky.

And then,

Pop......

Crackle-!

Black sparks were emitted from my palm.

They were closer to a current than a flame, and after a quick burst of light, they were extinguished.

Simultaneously, my body felt drained, and I had to gasp for air, kneeling down.

“Haaaaa....Haaaaaa....”

Before I knew it, my body was drenched with sweat.

After regaining control of my breathing, I raised my upper body.

“......”

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I could see the dumbfounded face of my Teacher.

Rachel might have achieved this in a life-threatening scenario, but I seemed to have done it quite easily(?).

Scratching the back of my head I spoke,

“Ha ha....I, I really didn’t think it would work...”

After a moment.

A new expression appeared in Rachel’s eyes.

It was the same expression Ariel had when I had asked for a novel recommendation.

Exhilaration... Excitement...?

Or something completely different...?

Later in the evening,

Rachel, who would accompany me to Ariel’s party, was wearing a red dress.

A dress that exposed her shoulders and clearly favored her curves.

It was an unexpectedly feminine appearance.

“D-Does it look...Weird...?”

Rachel touched the hem of her dress nervously as she asked, as I simply conveyed my honest opinion.

“No, It suits you well.”

That’s what I said.

1. This a Bob Ross Reference, since in most videos of him painting the guy is just chilling and saying, just a splash of this and that, and 5 min later you have a grade-A painting.