Gristone tapped his device once more, displaying an image of a slate with the glowing word 'shield' engraved on it.
"For example, simply engraving 'shield' doesn't require that much will, and the resulting shield's power will depend on the amount of mana you can infuse into it."
He tapped his device again, and a slate with the glowing words 'impenetrable shield' engraved on it appeared.
"However, engraving 'impenetrable shield' would obviously demand more willpower to create. But keep in mind that rely engraving 'impenetrable shield' doesn't guarantee an invincible shield; its strength is directly proportional to the strength of your will."
"This example applies to shields, but rune engraving follows the sa principle overall. The stronger your will, the more powerful the rune. Now, our first lesson today will be about harnessing your will."
"The strength of your will is determined by one thing: your ntal strength, which is closely tied to your life experiences. In this case, the more adversity you've faced and overco, the better."
Gristone clapped, and the lights in the room ca back on, clearing the holographic display.
"Now, let's focus on you engraving your first rune."
"Bring out an engraver and a slate," Gristone instructed. Atticus followed his guidance, producing a slate and an engraver.
The slate was a rectangular piece, asuring approximately 12 inches in length, 8 inches in width, and half an inch in thickness. Its surface had been ticulously polished to a mirror-like finish.
The engraver, as its na suggested, was used for engraving runes. Crafted from polished steel, it featured a finely carved wooden handle. The tool had a moderate length, providing optimal control and balance.
It tapered elegantly toward the tip, where the actual engraving took place. Constructed from a specially tempered steel alloy, it was exceptionally sharp and hard, allowing for precise and clean incisions into rune slates.
Gristone also retrieved a slate and an engraver from his storage ring.
"It's fairly easy to engrave your first rune, as long as your intelligence surpasses a certain threshold and you can use it to control your will, it's simple and straightforward. Most warriors have strong wills, but the reason they can't beco runesmiths is because they lack the intelligence to focus and use it. Watch closely," Gristone instructed.
Gristone placed the slate on the table and then focused his mana and will on the tip of the engraver. Almost imdiately, Atticus saw the tip start to emit a purple glow.
"Now, the color of everyone's mana is naturally blue, but when I mix my will into it, it changes to purple. Each runesmith has a different color, reflecting their life experiences. Mine is purple, but you might encounter another runesmith with a blue color," Gristone explained, making sure Atticus understood.
He proceeded to engrave the word 'Shield' on the slate. Once he finished, the word lit up with a purple glow, and Gristone inserted mana into the slate, tossing it into the air. The slate transford into a purple, transparent shield, covering Gristone.
"Now, close your eyes and concentrate. Try to recall everything you've been through in your life," Gristone instructed.
Atticus followed the guidance, picked up the engraver, and closed his eyes, entering a ditative state.
"Don't be discouraged if you don't get it at first. It's very rare to see young ones like you becoming runesmiths, unless they've gone through sothing extrely tragic," Gristone encouraged.
He wasn't expecting Atticus to succeed quickly, considering the lack of significant adversity in his life. He couldn't help but rember Lucas, the genius 1st-year trainee who achieved this feat in just three weeks. 'I wonder what that boy went through to have such a strong mind,' he thought.
While Gristone was contemplating this, he suddenly noticed a red glow forming on the tip of the engraver that Atticus was holding, sending shock throughout his body. 'How?' he thought, surprised.
anwhile, Atticus, unaware of the impact he was having on his teacher, continued to concentrate. He was thinking of everything he had experienced in his life, and to be honest, it wasn't anything particularly remarkable.
His life on Earth had been peaceful, with only a few trivial incidents. Even his death had been quick, with only a brief mont of pain. In his life here, he had primarily focused on training and hadn't faced any significant hardships. So it wasn't surprising that his will felt lacking.
However, his intelligence had reached a high level, allowing him full control over his body. High intelligence ant increased control over his actions and thoughts. Thus, despite his underwhelming will, due to his high intelligence, he was able to focus and control it.
After a few minutes of concentration, a deep red color emanated from the tip of the engraver.
Gristone's eyes widened. 'Why is it so red?'
While he had encountered various colors in his experience, this was the first ti he had seen a hue as intense as this red.
The color of an individual's will was seen as a representation of their life experiences and personality. 'What could have made it so red?' Gristone pondered.
Atticus opened his eyes and brought the engraver down onto the slate. Focusing on his intention, he moved the engraver with fluid grace, writing the word 'shield' with extraordinarily beautiful penmanship.
As soon as he completed the last word, it was as if he had lost all his energy and motivation. He suddenly felt disheartened, as if nothing in life mattered anymore.
Gristone, noticing Atticus's condition, snapped into action. He retrieved a vial, similar to the one he had consud earlier, and quickly administered it to Atticus.
Almost imdiately, Atticus erged from his depressed state. Gristone looked at him and explained, "It's a recovery potion. It will help you regain your will faster. Now you understand what I ant by looking like 90% of the ti," Gristone remarked with a chuckle.
Atticus was still shaken by the experience. 'That was dangerous,' he thought.
The feeling of complete demotivation wasn't sothing to be taken lightly. It was as if he had lost interest in everything, suddenly he didn't want to train anymore, he didn't want to get his revenge anymore. Heck, even breathing seed like a chore!
'I should never use this in battle,' he decided.
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A/N: I need golden tickets!??????
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