Bab 4: Chapter 04
"News. Police find three more mutilated bodies in a house near Nihonji district." - Transmitted the journalist, while Mr. Sato watches in disbelief at such barbarity. "With their unrecognizable faces, the scientific-technical team had a hard time identifying them. Experts speculate that this is yet another victim of a dark magic cult-"
He turns off the television with the remote and, "How far will this world go? Dark magic? Hmph! These young people these days are getting more and more violent."
*Ding Dong*
*Ding dong* *Ding dong*
"Calm down, I'm coming!" Said aloud Mr. Sato as he struggles to get up from the armchair in the living room and go to answer the bell. After so many years his column was no longer the same.
"Kuoh Town, Fujiri Quarter, West House 127, is this address correct?" asked a skinny man, who had purple hair, a slightly stooped posture, and dark circles in his eyes. The shirt he wore was black and his body was covered in tattoos with strange symbols. In his right hand, he carried a certain packaged package, and in the other a paper.
"Correct," Mr. Sato looks suspiciously at that very suspicious figure and asks, "And what would that be?"
"Order for Sato Motohama." - The boy replied as he read the paper in his hand.
"Order?" His brows arch up and his forehead furrows slightly.
"That's right," -Confirmed the boy in a dead voice. "It says here it is, a set of purple candles, a basic dark magic ritual kit for beginners, a sacrificial dagger, a--"
Thud
Mr. Sato closes the door abruptly and walks back into the room slowly, humming.
*Ding dong* *Ding dong*
"The bell again," grumbled Mr. Sato and quietly asks himself who could be at the door now as he walks there.
"Um, Sir, I just need to confirm if-" Seeing that same purple-haired boy speak, Mr. Sato interrupted...
"Oh, it's you. I'm sorry my boy, but I'm sure it's a mistake. The neighbor across the street, his mail always gets here wrong. Please stop by there."
"Wait!! But-But here it says Sato Motohama," The boy points to the sign that had the Sato family name written on it.
"Japan is a prosperous and fertile country, it has more than 120 million inhabitants and you will find other Sato Motohama running around. Thank you and have a good time."
Going into the kitchen to grab a snack...
Hmph, those postal workers are so inattentive, Mr. Sato said in his mind in a light and relaxed way.
Obviously, his son would never mess with dark magic.
...
Meanwhile, upstairs and totally oblivious to the latest facts, Motohama is in a state of concentration in the meditation posture.
---First-person point of view---
The first contact with magic is always the most difficult, as the books engraved in my mind say. Luckily I don't have to worry about being watched, my stalkers seem to have given up and I can focus on my studies normally.
A surprise that I found and that I almost beat myself up for not having tried before, was that there were a lot of magic products on the internet. Not that the information obtained from the school library was irrelevant, far from it, but knowledge never hurts. In the last few days, I had bought and received some books that were very interesting.
Although the books I purchased are not on the same level as the ones I borrowed from Rias' section, they were still useful in completing my knowledge.
Another thing I forgot to say is, make no mistake, I'm not that dumb to fall like a sucker. Knowing the data controls of the great Big Techs of my past life, I assumed this world would be the same. Who would know the real minds behind data control? Surely they all have involvement with the supernatural.
My solution to this was something very simple, no complex plans or anything like that. I bought a little bit of everything, even items that obviously anyone would know were frauds.
The sad thing is that my savings, or rather the savings that the original Motohama had saved to buy his hentai anime unfortunately ran out and I would have to find some way to make money in the near future.
After literally going into a 'zen', my vision that was previously black with my eyes closed, now slowly starts to form an image.
It was as if I was floating in a garden with some Roman-style structures that had been destroyed on the ground. The sky was blue and cloudless, and the surroundings were clear, but I couldn't see any sun.
In the center of the garden, I find something that I frown at the irony of fate.
In the center are 7 statues of obviously female figures, without clothes and without a face. Each held a different weapon, sword, spear, shield, hammer, dagger, grimoire, and bow.
Why irony of fate? This space is the reflection of my magical calculation field and, consequently, of my true personality. Each person would have different experiences, different places, and different objects to represent their interior.
Demons have the convenience of their magic that uses imagination, angels and fallen angels shape the element of light as second nature. Now the humans...
For every spell, even the simplest and silly ones, humans had to calculate complex formulas in different steps to put them together into a single spell.
And that's where those statues come in, each mage always has 7 Slots for magic calculation, and observation, they are the places where we deposit the formulas for the magic to happen.
Heck, looks like I really am a pervert, my magic calculation slots are statues of naked women.
Floating closer, something catches my eye.
Strange, I thought.
The first of the statues, the one that held a sword in its hand, had a whirlwind of numbers circling around it in the air, like countless fireflies.
That Slot was occupied by formulas.
Ummm, I'm no expert in magic, on the contrary, I'm just a beginner, but I don't remember any book mentioning a formula lasting unlimited time.
The formulas around the statue were very stable and circulate around it constantly.
Quite curious, I thought.
For example, when a mage is going to use a fireball spell -- He prepares the calculation of all the steps, element creation, gas control, vector control, stability, and a multitude of other formulas to make the spell work.
But after casting the first fireball, if he wants to cast it a second time, the mage has to recalculate everything all over again.
Theoretically what I was witnessing defied this logic. Of course, I could be wrong and that it just wasn't recorded in the books I read. As I said before, I'm just a beginner in magic.
My guess was - Probably those numbers circling the statue were my Appraise skill, which to my surprise wasn't a sacred gear, but an unbroken magic formula.
I was about to try something that I frankly didn't know would work.
*Appraise*
The formulas around the statue churned, right after I used the skill, and ironically I just did the most insane thing. Time seems to slow down, information on how that magical shape is constituted came to my mind, every number, every structure from the smallest was analyzed. I used Appraise in the magic framework that forms Appraise itself.
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[Appraise Magic]
An unbroken formula spell used to evaluate inanimate objects. All information obtained through this ability is saved in memory eidetically.
If this skill is used to analyze the measurements of women, the 'inanimate object' requirement and mana are irrelevant. Also, if the target is a member of the opposite sex, this ability ignores any and all magical defenses.
Recharge time: None.
Effective range: 10 meters.
Mana spent: Depends on application circumstances. (If used to analyze women's bodies, mana spend value is zero)
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Just wow, that was a lot of information and my head was trying to digest it all.
After I calmed down a bit, that information gave me inspiration.
A very curious element of this spell is -- It is uninterrupted and in a way, if used on women, it doesn't spend mana. From the information in my newly acquired memories, I was able to locate in the midst of so many formulas what was causing this irregularity.
In the midst of all those 'fireflies' that circled the statue, I find two intertwined formulas that had a different colors, it was a deep red color.
As I didn't have much experience with magic, I decided to do something simpler. I looked towards an empty slot, the statue that held a spear, and started to develop a modified spell with those two abnormalities.
A total of nearly four hours of hardship has passed, but I finally finish my little experiment. All that was left now is to test.
--- Back to the real world ---
I open my eyes and realize I was still sitting in a meditation position over my bed. It was probably already 3 am, but I didn't care about the time.
All I wanted to do is test my new magic.
It was pretty simple, but if I was right --- that would be the beginning of my ascension.
I raise my right hand with my index finger extended, and unlike other humans who would need to calculate a few seconds before activation -- I didn't, as the formulas were ready and uninterrupted.
The tip of my finger lights up like a lighter, as I said before, it's very weak and simple magic. But my smile couldn't be bigger.
5 minutes passed.
10 minutes.
30 minutes.
And yet my fingertip was still lit and I didn't feel any wear on my mana stores. In fact, since I activated the spell, I haven't felt a single drop of mana being spent, and yet there it was, that tiny, beautiful flame that burns like a miracle of life.
I managed to take away the need for mana just as my perverted skill didn't seem to need it if it was used on women.
Where did that energy come from then? I had no idea. Maybe mana from the atmosphere? I don't know the answer, but who cares?
Damn, I was using magic with no mana, how awesome. My eyes spark with excitement.
And it was that same night that I realized something, seeing that flame on the tip of my fucking finger, I wondered...
And now? How do I turn it off?
Shit.
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