Short Story: Advanced Drills

Takes place after Basic Drills.

~Advanced Drills~

“Cry of the phoenix. Chilling death. Thunder that steals life,” she casts her spells with rapid fire precision at the animated dummy.

Even with the protective runes, the dummy frays under her assault, but she presses on. There are still plenty of gaps that’ll allow a real opponent to counterattack. She won’t stop until her combo’s perfect or she runs out of mana, whichever comes first.

“Earthy ebb and flow.”

The ground rises up to block her target. With a growl, she turns to find her master approaching the training mat.

“Break time,” he says, easily ignoring her death glare.

“I’m not done.”

“And that mindset is why your apprentice is in the medical wing after his very first lesson. A new record,” her master says as he takes a seat on the bench closest to her.

She scowls. “I’ve never wanted an apprentice.”

“I know, but you need one. If you can’t learn how to call breaks for yourself, then maybe you’ll do it for someone else. Until your apprentice learns all the basic spells, I won’t teach you anything. And every time your apprentice ends up in the medical wing again due to your own negligence, you’ll have to raise another apprentice.”

“That’s ridiculous. I didn’t come here to be a babysitter.”

“There’s more to magic than power. If you don’t learn restraint now, you’ll kill yourself sooner or later. I’m not going to waste my time on a dead end.”

They stare at each other, two equally stubborn people, but he’s her master, which means he has the final say when it comes to her training.



Genre: fantasy

February story pair: 5/10

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