A thousand words are worse than a practical demonstration.

Anyway, it's already the last day of the military academy, so let the principle of confidentiality go fucking.

Although I slept in a long house every night, the caster was still mysterious.

The school strictly prohibits officers from non-spell casters from inquiring about the content of magic training, and also strictly prohibits spell casters from leaking any information to others.

For Ike, this is the first time Winters talks openly about everything about magic with him.

For Winters, this was the first time Ike expressed his envy of the caster's identity.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time that Ike publicly expressed his envy of Winters, which made Winters think that he has an obligation to satisfy his friend's desire for knowledge.

So Winters squeezed a few drops of sweat from his armed clothes on the stone bench.

He took a deep breath and began to concentrate.

This process is a bit like archery, without mechanical pre-steps, just finding the feeling and then giving up.

All Winters had to do was recall the feeling of using magic.

In Ake's eyes, Winters stared at the few drops of water on the stone bench.

For Winters, he was suffering from an unspeakable phantom pain—he was stuffed into a grinder and crushed into meat, and squeezed out bloody and water-like torture.

The phantom pain does not come from any of his skin, tissues, or bones, but it really exists.

Winters gritted his teeth and endured it.

The water droplets on the stone bench first became smaller, and soon turned into several water marks, and finally disappeared completely.

Winters breathed a long sigh.

"That's all?" Ike was confused.

Winters looked tired: "Yeah."

"magic?"

"magic."

"Is this magic?"

"This is magic."

"What kind of magic is this?" Ike punched his friend: "Isn't this just a few drops of water that were blown dry when they saw the wind?"

"No. Listen well, [water is blown dry by the wind] and [water is vaporized by magic]. The end points are the same, but the path is the same."

Ike frowned tightly: "Turn water into water vapor, is this magic? What's the use?"

"It's useless." Winters lazily lay back on the floor: "But what if it turns into water vapor... is the blood in your skull?"

In the hot summer, Axel of Orange felt a chill blowing through his spine.

"Just talk, [penetration] is a profound skill, not something that a spell caster of my level can master. You must understand that magic ability is a talent, just like a fish can swim, and birds can fly without learning. The spell caster does not know, nor does it need to know the principles of magic. As long as you can use this ability, it is enough."

Winters revealed his scars: "Just like I learned swordsmanship since elementary school, I am not as good as you, the master who started six years ago. This is talent, and there is nothing to complain about."

"Wrong, my swordsmanship comes from my diligent practice." Ike said righteously.

"But some people practice harder than you."

"who?"

"Bad, Gerald's Bud." Winters threw out a name without hesitation.

"Well..." Ike said in silence: "He is indeed more diligent than me."

Winters sighed: "Talent, sweat, is indispensable. Sweat cannot surpass talent - when talent is also sweating, if you attribute your swordsmanship to diligent practice, it is an insult to Bud."

"You'd better talk about magic."

"The first principle of magic is that you can never feel magic, you can only feel the effect of magic."

Winters changed his gesture.

A gust of wind passed through the ends of Ike's hair, and he felt the gust of wind.

"This is the wind control technique, the wind of magic, but you can't touch magic, you can only touch the wind."

"That is to say... the wind formed naturally, the wind of magic." Ike asked back: "I can't distinguish?"

Winters naturally replied: "The wind that can distinguish is the wind that is unnatural is the wind of magic."

"Observe the effect of magic and reverse the process of realizing magic. Transform sensory cognition into rational cognition is the great cause of General Antoine Laurent," Winters said sadly: "With him, there would be no spellcaster."

"Sensory cognition? Rational cognition?"

"For example, sword technique. The first person who used the sword must only know how to slash randomly. After cutting too much, he will find some useful tricks, which is sensory cognition.

Continue to develop, some people summarize theories and form a system so that novices who lack experience in cutting people can also learn the tricks of cutting people, and then create a more sophisticated sword move based on the theory of swordsmanship, namely rational cognition."

"What does this have to do with magic?"

"Imagine that by setting a pot of water on fire, the water will eventually be burned dry. Burning water with fire is consistent with the end of using magic to evaporate liquid. Antoine Laurent summarizes this, all spells that "magic replaces flames to work" are attributed to fire-burning magic.

Similarly, the spell that "all objects accelerate" is acceleration magic. "All spells related to sound" is sound magic. These are the three major spell categories of [Antoine-Laurent System]."
Chapter completed!