After spending some time getting Bastian to calm down, Kenshin got Bastian to explain his theory.
Normally, when one casts a spell, one uses a catalyst, either a chant, a wand, hand seals,a magic circle or a rune. A wand was made from special materials that conducted World Energy. A rune was a mark designed using Soul Force and etched onto objects. A magic circle was a large scale rune for spells that required a lot of Soul Force. Hand seals were signs made using hands to link up pathways.
Bastian's idea was actually quite simple. His method was to use all of the above!
"All of the methods combined? How are you going to do that?" Kenshin questioned.
He knew quite well that some methods could be used in combination. For example, one could use chants and hand seals together to improve the spell's power or rate of casting.
All of the methods combined? He had never heard of such a thing. Casting was done in a specific language. Rather than a language, it could be more correct to call them a collection of sounds because none of the sounds had any meaning. They were a system nonetheless. The same applied to runes, magic circles and hand seals.
They were all systems. Bastian liked to see them as a programming language. Each method was one language, so to link the four main methods; one would need a completely new language to link them up with.
Bastian's idea was to use earth mathematics. He wanted to find a way to link runes, hand seals and chants. Thus, he decided to use mathematics, something he was all too familiar with. He went through everything he knew, from calculus to trigonometry. Then when he finally found a way to link up the languages with mathematics he came up with a brilliant idea. A compression algorithm!
"I used a compression algorithm! Observe!" said Bastian. He immediately removed his robes, and stripped himself of his underwear, allowing Kenshin to see everything. At the soul site they were naked, so Kenshin was used to this. Yet he gasped anyway. Not because Bastian was naked but because of what he could see.
To the naked eye Bastian looked no different but Kenshin saw the world through Soul Force. His Soul Force was always spread out around him and as such, it gave him feedback. After scanning Bastian's body with Soul Force, Kenshin found that Bastian's skin was marked everywhere!
Hundreds of thousands of extremely tiny marks covered Bastian's entire skin. Almost all of his exposed skin was marked with these symbols and lines.
Bastian had essentially made his body into a wand. Using his Soul Force, Kenshin could see that just by standing there, Bastian's ability to attract World Energy had increased by quite a bit. Bastian had used his compression algorithm to fuse thousands of runes and magic circles and tattooed them across his body, increasing his body's ability to conduct World Energy essentially becoming a wand.
It did not take much to guess that Bastian took hand seals into account as well. Odds were that, this algorithm was able to link every method of spell casting together.
Kenshin was honestly impressed. Whenever he moved, his eyes would be closed but that did little to hide his expression, especially from a mentalist like Bastian.
"Not only can my algorithm do this, it also allows me to chant in English!"
On the Sovereign Continent, everyone spoke one language so almost no one knew the name of the language they spoke due to this. But Kenshin had Bastian's knowledge, so he knew what English was.
When one became a Scholar, chanting became unnecessary and naming the spell in English was enough. Chanting in English was inefficient and used up a lot of mana, thus no one did so until they were Scholars.
But thanks to Bastian's compression algorithm, he had managed to make his body into a wand, allowing him to chant in English from the get go.
It seems that fate has finally smiled upon me by granting such a gifted brother.
Kenshin clapped his hands and said, "Well done brother, you have certainly done well. This is an important discovery. Your name will go down in---"
"Wait wait, I have not even shown you the cool part." interrupted Bastian.
"Cool part? What cool part?" said Kenshin.
"You really think I have spent the last week coming up with a something as simple as a compression algorithm? Nonsense! No no no, Kenshin my friend, I have spent the majority of my time developing a new type of magic! Follow me!" said Bastian enthusiastically as he walked out of the library.
Kenshin followed suite. The duo arrived in front of the tree Kenshin was practicing on earlier. Bastian told Kenshin to step back, claiming he was not able to control this spell well yet. The prideful Kenshin merely snorted in disdain and signaled with his chin for Bastian to get on with it.
Bastian shrugged and got ready. He opened up his palm and a small amount of mana started gathering there. The mana's movement caused the wind around them to start being a little violent. Grass started being uprooted from the ground and dirt was flying everywhere.
Kenshin was familiar with wind magic, so when he saw Bastian prepare his spell, he could not help but say, "Wind magic is not something special. It's quite a common magic." Kenshin saw that Bastian merely smiled and ignored him.
Then with a flick of his palm, Bastian sent the purple mana sphere flying toward the tree. The moment it hit the tree, nothing happened. Kenshin looked at Bastian, Kenshin was about to admonish Bastian when Bastian suddenly snapped his fingers and said, "Initiato."
The moment Bastian said these words, the tree and the entire area around started compressing into a ball, until the tree and the soil around it was no larger than an apple. The entire process was quick and released a strange whoosh like sound.
After Bastian had done that, he pointed to the sky and said, "Crescendo." The ball then flew up high into the sky and exploded into hundreds of pieces. The shockwave was so powerful that it broke all the windows in the mansion. Many servants where actually blown away from the direction of the blast.
"Bastian...what on earth was that?" said Kenshin. Although he did not have eyes, he more than anyone else, had seen what had just happened.
"Kenshin my friend you were close but unfortunately not close enough. What you saw before your eyes was not wind, but pressure magic!"
It did not take a genius to know what Bastian was hinting at, and Kenshin was far from being a fool.Wind magic on the Sovereign Continent did exist but it was something that was not fully understood. Magic was similar to science in that, it involved studying nature but compared to the knowledge earth had accumulated, the knowledge this world had on the concept of wind, or to be more precise air, was rudimentary at best.Mages needed research to understand what they were looking at to create a spell but once the spell itself was created; there was no need for that knowledge to be passed on. All one needed to perform the spell was to follow the preset instructions. This led to many mages not truly understanding the limits of their own abilities.Bastian wanted to not only avoid this but he wanted to take full advantage of the knowledge he had. To Bastian, knowledge was power. In this particular case, Bastian was taking advantage of his knowledge involving pressure.Air pressure in the
In a forest, a young woman was crouching over a corpse. This was the corpse of a middle aged man in leather armor. The man had been killed only a few moments ago and a hole was visible on his throat, blood was still trickling from the wound as the young woman searched frantically around the man's body."Finally!" exclaimed the young woman, as she held up a little green stone in her hand. She marveled at the seemingly ordinary stone, as if it was a diamond of immense value."Ruka, what are you doing? You're taking too much time on this corpse. We already have new targets." The young woman looked back and saw a dark skinned man approach her. He had a stern look of reproach on his face and was walking hurriedly."Oh, sorry Mark, tell me. Where is this new target?" said Ruka as she moved her attention away from the corpse. Mark, the dark skinned man, pointed at a certain direction and said "A few kilometers in that direction. I fear another group has already found our target. We need to m
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The Elite Gladiator League, this was the purpose of Kenshin and Bastian's fortnight of training. According to Kai, this was a tournament were the greatest fighters from all over Yani City came to show off their prowess.Yani City was a C rank city. Even amongst other C rank cities, it was quite large. It was a city where nobles of other nations often came to enjoy themselves and let go. One could even say it was one large resort.The main attraction in the city however was the Elite Gladiator League. It was hosted by the Mayor of the city, to entertain nobles and rich tourists. To qualify for the event, gladiators would have to win certain normal events, for example the Twin Rumble event Bastian was in, and then enter the qualifying rounds for the League.The tournament itself had two sides, the qualifying tournament and the main League itself. The qualifying tournament was quite a simple process, one that had been used for as long as most could remember.T
Mark's eyes were filled with greed as he saw Kenshin's pouch. He had no doubt that it was filled with the green pebbles necessary for qualification. Judging from the size and the noise coming from the pouch, whoever had that pouch by the time the competition was over would undoubtedly be qualified.The competition lasted for only a day, so time was of the essence. Mark saw that Kenshin was incredibly skilled, so he decided not to act rashly. He simply observed, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Ruka knew not to move without Mark's go ahead, and she was quite content looking at Bastian."Kenshin! For the last time! Tell me the key chant now! I'm about to die here!" shouted Bastian as he frantically dodged attacks left and right. Kenshin did what he does best, remain quiet. Bastian wanted to attack Kenshin right now, but he knew that would be a futile endeavor.This difficult situation all started this morning. The previous evening Bastian had gone to slee
Bastian found no joy in killing, yet it did not disturb him in the slightest. He did not see himself as a morally upright person, and this type of mentality had cemented itself in his mind the longer he stayed in the Sovereign Continent.He had no qualms with killing anyone who got in his way, thus all the warriors in front of him were walking corpses as far as he was concerned. To Bastian, mercy to one's enemy was cruelty to one's self, especially when the enemy killed for a living.One of Kenshin's conditions in the past was that Bastian should not kill anyone, which made Bastian's task significantly harder. Most people would assume that killing was harder than just fighting, but when there is a significant gap in strength between you and your opponents, it's much more difficult to fight a group of people weaker without causing injury. Not to mention Bastian's mind had experience that his body was unaccustomed to.So when Kenshin lifted the restriction on kill
Bastian knew that at times like these, it was best to strike whist the iron was hot. Without a moments delay, he picked out his targets let the swords fly. With a flick of his hands, the four swords left his hands and flew straight into the throats of four unsuspecting warriors. All of whom were not of the water attribute.Bastian not only knew how to use a sword, but he knew very well how to defend against one and how to disarm someone of one. That was the knowledge he had used against the first four water attribute warriors he had killed.Each swordsman has a particular style, and gain different insights into the Dao of the Sword. Kenshin was someone who focused on using multiple swords at once. His style often required him to throw swords away; so as to not waste a chance Kenshin was quite well versed in the art of throwing any blade, from daggers to long swords.Throwing four swords simultaneously was as easy as stretching for Bastian. Such a feat, to warrio
Bastian, like most human beings, was not fond of pain. He dreaded it. A harsh surge of pain struck him, it was the worst pain he had ever felt. Mark's flaming arrow only struck one spot but the pain instantly attacked every part of his body. Bastian had experienced, without a doubt, the most excruciating pain he had ever felt.Almost every movement he made caused him to grit his teeth. He wasn't sure how deep the damage was, but he was sure that one of his ribs had been broken. A sharp pain in his abdomen that made him want to scream was the only reminder he needed to realize one important fact, a fact that he not noticed due to his own negligence.I could die here...Angry at himself for being so careless, Bastian decided to take action. After standing up, Bastian examined his surroundings. He looked forward and saw the trail of destruction left behind by his body. Broken trees with trunks as think as cow's body were snapped in half as if they were tooth picks.