The night was quiet.
The stars were out.
The moon was full and bright.
Haru sat on the floor in the cave.
His back leaned against the wall.
A small light shined on the wall in the cave beside him.
On the floor were books.
Old books.
Very old.
Their covers were brown and dusty.
Their pages were yellow.
Some pages had small rips.
Haru found these books in a junk shop near a dungeon.
No one wanted them.
But he felt something when he touched them.
A pull.
Like they were calling to him.
---
He opened one of the books.
The words were hard to read.
The letters were written in old magic language.
But when Haru looked at them, his mind understood.
"This… I've seen this before," he whispered.
In his past life.
The memories helped him read.
The first page had a drawing.
It showed a man standing in the center of ten magic circles.
Each circle was a different color.
Fire.
Water.
Wind.
Earth.
Light.
Shadow.
Lightning.
Healing.
Space.
Mind.
Haru touched the page.
The circles glowed for a second.
His heart beat fast.
---
"This is the same magic… as mine," he said.
He read the words slowly.
"Mana flows like water. It moves from the heart.
It listens to the will of the soul.
Magic is not power—it is a song.
Sing with your soul, and the magic will answer."
Haru closed his eyes.
He tried to feel the mana inside his body.
It moved.
Slowly.
Like warm wind in his chest.
He opened his eyes.
He turned the page.
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The next page showed symbols.
Fire runes.
Water lines.
Wind curves.
Each spell had a shape.
Each shape had a sound.
"This is spell language," Haru said.
"It's how magic listens."
He took his notebook.
He copied the shapes.
He wrote the meanings beside them.
'Fire Spark' – a small flame.
'Ice Shard' – a sharp piece of cold.
'Wind Push' – a gust of air.
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Hours passed.
The clock hit midnight.
But Haru did not stop.
He read more pages.
He found healing spells.
Light magic.
Even shadow steps—how to move like smoke.
He smiled.
"I remember now," he said.
"These spells… I made some of them before."
The memories came back in small pieces.
A battle on a snowy mountain.
A classroom full of students.
A tall tower with stars above it.
He remembered teaching others.
He remembered learning with joy.
---
Now, he was learning again.
Alone.
But not weak.
---
He closed the book and looked out outside of the cave.
The night was deep.
Everyone was sleeping.
But not him.
"I will not waste this second life," he whispered.
"I will learn everything."
He opened another book.
This one was thinner.
The cover said: "Circle Control – Basic Mana Use."
He smiled.
"Perfect."
---
He lit a small candle.
Then, he began to read again.
His eyes moved slowly across the page.
His heart felt calm.
This was not a game.
This was not a dream.
This was his new path.
Quiet, slow, but full of power.
Power that would one day shake the world.
But for now…
He studied in silence.
In the shadows.
The morning sky was cloudy.
A cold wind moved through the trees.
Haru walked alone through a quiet forest.
He carried a small bag on his back.
Inside were food, water, and his notebook.
After school, he did not go home.
He went here.
To an old, broken place near the edge of the city.
It used to be a training field, but now it was empty.
The building walls were cracked.
The floors had weeds.
No one came here anymore.
It was the perfect place for practice.
---
Haru stood in the center of the empty field.
He looked around.
No people.
No monsters.
Only the sound of birds and wind.
He took a deep breath.
"Time to test," he said.
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He opened his notebook.
On the page were spell symbols.
The first was Fire Spark.
Haru stood still.
He closed his eyes.
He placed his hand in front of him.
"Mana… come," he whispered.
He felt warmth in his chest.
A small heat.
It moved from his heart to his arm.
To his hand.
He spoke slowly.
"Fire Spark."
A red light appeared on his palm.
Then—
A small flame rose from his fingers.
Like a candle.
It danced in the air.
Haru smiled.
"I did it."
---
The flame faded.
He moved to the next spell.
Ice Shard.
This time, the mana felt cold.
It moved like water.
He opened his hand.
"Freeze and cut. Ice Shard."
A blue light formed in front of him.
Then—
A sharp ice needle appeared.
He threw it at a tree.
Thump!
It stuck into the bark.
Strong.
Clean.
He nodded.
"Good."
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Next was Wind Push.
He stepped back.
The wind magic felt soft, but fast.
He pointed both hands forward.
"Push with air. Wind Push!"
A wave of air blasted forward.
Leaves flew.
Branches shook.
Dust rose from the ground.
Haru laughed.
"It works!"
---
He sat down on a rock.
His heart beat fast.
His body felt tired.
Magic used energy.
A lot of it.
But he was happy.
His spells were small, but they worked.
He was learning.
---
He took a break and drank water.
Then he stood again.
"I will test more," he said.
He looked at the trees.
Some were big.
Some had strong roots.
He tried Fire Spark again.
This time, he added more mana.
The flame grew larger.
Brighter.
But—it burned too fast.
It exploded.
BOOM!
He fell back.
His arm hurt.
Smoke filled the air.
He coughed.
Too much mana.
---
"I need control," he said.
"Not just power."
He calmed his breath.
He tried again.
This time, slow.
Small mana.
Soft focus.
A flame appeared again.
Safe.
---
He spent hours testing.
He threw more Ice Shards.
Practiced Wind Push on rocks.
Made small flames dance on his hands.
He wrote notes after every try.
"Too much mana = boom."
"Wind needs good hand shape."
"Ice breaks easy if thrown hard."
He was his own teacher.
But he remembered his past.
His past life.
A great mage.
A master.
The memories helped him.
---
The sun started to set.
The sky turned orange.
Haru packed his things.
He looked at the field.
Burn marks.
Ice on trees.
Rocks moved by wind.
This place was old.
Now, it was alive again.
Just like him.
---
He whispered, "Thank you, old field."
Then he walked home.
The road was long.
But his steps were light.
His heart was full.
He could use magic.
He was growing.
Not fast.
But strong.
And soon…
Very soon…
He would be ready.
To face the world.
The night was quiet.
The stars were bright in the sky.
Haru sat alone in his small room.
The lights were off.
A candle burned on the desk.
Next to him was an old book.
It was a magic book.
The pages were yellow.
The letters were hard to read.
But Haru tried his best.
He had read this book five times.
Tonight, he read it again.
Because now, he had a question:
"How does mana move inside the body?"
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He closed his eyes.
He sat with his legs crossed.
His hands rested on his knees.
He breathed in. Slowly.
Then out.
In…
Out…
He focused.
He tried to feel the mana inside him.
In his heart.
In his body.
At first—nothing.
But after five minutes…
He felt something.
A small light.
A small energy.
It was in the middle of his chest.
It moved—like warm water.
Slow and soft.
He followed it with his mind.
---
"It starts in the heart," he whispered.
"The core."
He learned that he had ten magic circles inside his heart.
Each one helped him use mana.
He imagined the circles spinning.
One by one.
Like gears in a machine.
Spin…
Spin…
Spin…
Mana moved out from the circles.
It flowed through small paths—like rivers.
Through his chest…
To his shoulders…
Down his arms…
To his hands.
That was how magic reached his fingers.
---
He opened his eyes.
He looked at his palm.
"I can feel the mana now," he said.
"It moves like blood."
But it was not blood.
It was life energy.
Power from the world.
Power from inside.
---
He tried something new.
He placed one hand on his chest.
One hand in the air.
He whispered, "Flow."
And he pushed the mana gently.
From his heart…
To his hand…
He felt it.
A warm stream.
He made a small light appear.
Only light.
No flame.
No ice.
No wind.
Just pure mana.
It glowed like a tiny star.
It floated above his hand.
---
Haru smiled.
"This is control."
This was not spell casting.
This was mana flow training.
It helped him feel the power inside him.
He made the light dance.
Left…
Right…
Up…
He moved it with his thoughts.
But after a few minutes—he felt tired.
His forehead was wet with sweat.
His arms felt heavy.
He stopped.
The light vanished.
He took a deep breath.
---
"Mana is not endless," he said.
"If I use too much… I faint."
He wrote this in his notebook:
Mana starts in the heart.
It moves through paths in the body.
Control is more important than strength.
Too much mana = danger.
---
He remembered something.
A lesson from his past life.
An old voice in his mind:
> "A blade with no control will break.
A fire with no shape will burn all.
Power is not enough.
You must feel the flow."
Haru nodded.
"I will learn the flow," he said.
---
He stood up.
He stretched his arms.
He walked to the window.
The moon was full.
He looked at the sky.
Quiet. Peaceful.
"I still have a long way to go," he said.
"But I will keep walking."
Step by step.
Spell by spell.
Flow by flow.
He was not fast.
But he was moving forward.
---
From the shadows, power was growing.
Not loud.
Not bright.
But strong.
Just like him.
The rain was falling softly outside.
Haru sat in the old cave again.
This cave was quiet, dark, and cold.
But for Haru, it was a secret home.
A place to train.
A place to remember.
He looked at the sword stuck in the stone.
The book was glowing.
Blue light danced across its surface.
It was the same book that gave him his memories.
The same book from his past life.
---
Haru stepped closer.
He touched the book.
The moment he touched it, he felt something again.
A flash in his mind.
Not pain.
Not fear.
Just… a memory.
A new one.
It was like a dream.
---
He saw a large room.
It was made of stone.
There were books on every wall.
Scrolls floated in the air.
And in the middle of the room…
A old man stood.
That man… was him.
His past self.
The God of Magic the 10 circle mage.
The man spoke, but not with sound.
Only thoughts.
Words appeared in Haru's mind like glowing letters:
> "If you remember this room, then you are ready.
Magic is not only fire, ice, or wind.
Magic can be combined.
Fire and wind make explosion.
Ice and wind make storm.
Light and shadow… create illusion."
The memory faded.
The glowing letters turned into a note in his mind.
A secret note.
A Spell Fusion Note.
---
Haru gasped and stepped back.
His heart was beating fast.
"Spell fusion…" he said softly.
He looked at his hand.
"Combine magic… to make stronger spells."
This idea was new.
He never read this in his books.
No school taught this.
Only his past self knew this.
Only the old Haru.
---
He sat down on the cave floor.
He pulled out his notebook.
His hands were shaking, but he wrote:
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Secret Note: Spell Fusion
Fire + Wind = Explosion
Ice + Wind = Ice Storm
Fire + Ice = Steam or Chaos (Unstable)
Light + Shadow = Illusion
Water + Lightning = Thunder Mist
Earth + Wind = Sandstorm
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He stared at the page.
This was special.
This was magic from a higher level.
His eyes were wide.
His mind was full.
"I need to practice," he said.
---
He stood up and closed his eyes.
He called fire to his right hand.
It was small, red, and warm.
He called wind to his left hand.
A small breeze spun in his palm.
Now, slowly…
He pushed both hands together.
Fire and wind touched.
The flame grew.
It turned brighter. Hotter.
It spun fast—like a small fire tornado.
Then—
BOOM!
A loud pop.
A small explosion.
Dust flew everywhere.
Haru coughed.
His hair was messy. His face dirty.
But his smile was big.
"It worked," he said.
"Spell fusion… works."
---
He sat again.
His legs were tired.
His mana was low.
But his heart felt strong.
He had taken another step forward.
Not just a student of magic…
But a creator of new spells.
A magician of the past.
And the future.
---
Outside, the rain stopped.
The clouds moved.
The moonlight shined down on the cave.
And in that light, Haru held his notebook.
With new hope.
And new power.
He whispered, "Thank you, past me."
Then he looked at the book and said,
"Next time… I'll make something even stronger."