The day started, as usual, Zoemi woke up, went to the bathroom, got dressed, and picked up the mana potion that still kept on appearing by his door...
"..."
With the vial in his hand, he looked to the sides in search of Grazio, but he was nowhere to be seen...
"I... I need to talk with Ehmi and Burushi about that guy..."
The black-haired boy sighed while hiding the vial in his pocket.
Honestly, thanks to all the evening training with a bunch of other students, his mana pool had already reached a level when the efficiency of the mana potion was lagging behind by a lot.
The thing is, the blue liquid wasn't something like concentrated mana in a bottle – which would make it possible for the boy to straight-up convert into his own – but rather it made the body regenerate mana a little bit faster – it had a huge effect on someone with a small mana reservoir like the darkness and earth magicians, but didn't work anywhere near as good for anyone stronger than that...
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