-The White Mage- "Niceee~ Lemme see you talk like that again after I defeat you."
A little side story about Ren's past
He was eight years old when his mother taught him magic.
His mother took him down to the dirt road near their home to the forest. For almost hours they walked, avoiding several broken branch and fallen trees. His little feet had started to numb but he kept walking, following his mother back. Past grooves of trees and fallen leaves, he had found himself in grassland, wide grassland which spread as long as the eyes could see. He looked toward his mother direction when she stopped in the middle of the field. She didn’t facing him, but her voice was loud and clear.
“Every first children of my lineage should learn how to do magic.” He blinked in disbelief, his mother just sighed and facing him. Together they sat on the grassland.
“This is the basis of magic.” She took his right hand softly and drew complicated symbol with her finger on his palm. “Creation.” And then took his left hand to draw another different symbol. “And Destruction.”
He had stare at his open palms. Slowly symbols began to appear on his palms, shaped exactly like the symbols his mother drew before. This made his eyes widened but he didn’t ask any question. The symbols shortly disappeared after that.
“Both are the foundation of magic. Always remember that.”
He nodded and stared at his hands. His mother continue talked about magic, the history of it, the war between the White mages and Black mages, the very nature of magic, the Spell-link, and so on until she was certain he remembered everything.
“Now I’ll teach you how to use it.” She scanned her surrounding. “See that small iron nails over there?” She pointed toward a series of small nails which embedded on several trees a little far from them. He nodded. He suspected his mother put that nails on each tree herself.
She stretched her right hand toward one of the nail direction, palm opened up.
“僧形の塔、灼鉄熒熒、湛然として終に音無し, 鉄砂の壁”
(Sōgyō no tō, shakutetsu keikei, tanzen toshite tsuini oto nashi, Tessu no kabe.)
An iron wall was erected at the place where the nail used to be. He almost jumped out in surprise but instead he just sucked out a deep breath.
“Now, try it. You can use English if you’re more comfortable with it” He wanted to ask how but held it. After all, he felt it, the strange pulse which emitted from his mother hand when she used the magic. He knew how to use it.
He took a breath then began chanting. “A priestly pagoda, glowing ironclad fireflies. Standing upright, silent to the end, Walls of iron sand.” A sudden burst of energy entering his body and gathered straight to his left hand. The pains bloomed from his shoulder and he screamed. He clutched his left shoulder. It felt as if his hand was torn apart. It hurt like hell. His mother took a look at his shoulder and just shook her head. “Your shoulder isn’t dislocated, just a bruise. It will be fine.”
He blinked and tried to hold back his tear. She began explaining again, about how the nail turn into wall, about reconstruction magic, about changing matter, and several important things mainly about the draw back of magic.
She tapped his bruised shoulder lightly. “I want you to always remember the pain. Even if someday you master the magic, always remember this pain on your shoulder.”