Chapter 37：Barracks (1/2)

When Yman's hand landed on the smooth screen surface, he felt a little chill on his skin.

He also noticed some evidence of nervousness from those who came before him. Looks like some droplets of sweat stayed on it.

He could hear the noise from his surrounding but he had to disregard them. Their murmurs were not of help to him. He needed to concentrate his mind to summon his densest mana.

Like what the others did, he also did what he needed to do. His hand slowly envelopes by white brilliance. Although the other's mana was of bright green color, only his that was of white.

And everything happened like a dream...

Night came pretty fast to someone unaware and happy. But for Yman, he had a lengthy day!

Right now Yman was sitting on the sofa while facing the window of his room from the inside and was looking towards the distance outside.

Wearing an old t-shirt. His thin shoulders dropped down at a certain angle.

In his hand was a glass of cold water. He felt like, he had the longest day of his life. He was remembering what happened this morning.

Before he placed his hand on that screen surface, it's not like he expected a great result to begin with. The truth was, he really had expected a little great result! But sadly, he could not muster any mana and could only rely on his channeling magic.

He sighed.

|My mana capacity is of the lowest because it only comes from my channeling magic. And don't ever ask me about the color of brilliance inside the bulb. For some odd reason, I could only manage to make it glow a little. That glow not even enough to produce any brilliance. And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black.

Not even the elders had any idea.

Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place.

I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as —

self-redemption?

Self-pitying?

Or self encouraging?

”...”

Regardless...

That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

.....I don't even want to remember what happened after that. Just another wave of laughter which I'm so used to. Rather than that, after the test, the initial training had started.

And that's the reason why I felt so tired as of now. We were required to do some basic exercise.

A basic exercise.

About running 20 kilometers in an hour, 100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, 100 pull-ups and etc.

For how many times I passed out — Welp, I could not even remember.

”...”

Meh, I want to forget that hell of a morning.|

Yman sighed after thinking about what happened this morning.

”Big bro, are you okay?” Yana who was laying on the bed asked him worriedly when she noticed her brother sighing several times already with eyes that fixed looking at the distance and with an exhausted face.

Hearing her worried voice, he glanced at his sister and forced a smile. ”I am — just fine. Just a little tired from some basic exercise this morning, haha.” Yman forced a laugh at the end of his words.

”Is that so?” She asked.

”Mhm!” Yman nodded then placed the glass with cold water onto the table. Then he walked towards his sister's side.

He was thinking about how to earn money while he was training in the academy. Of course, he needed some source of income.

Morning comes pretty fast to those people with great responsibility...

Yman came to the academy early for the morning training. They needed to run 20 kilometers again, repeatedly running around the 10-kilometer training ground of the academy for 2x. It would be followed by push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups and etc.

Yman once again collapsed for many times. His body wounds could easily be heald by his healing magic. But not fatigue.

Bob was physically fit and Keremi had high stamina for being one of the Elites who took his training at an early age. While Yman as a channeler, always spends some of his stamina in using magic. So, Bob and Keremi would be the one who would carry him to the infirmary.

A girl was watching him from a distance with a pity expression written on her pretty face.