⚔️Serberia

The news that the Breckenndorfs were holding introductory magic lessons today made the young man pause and reflect. He was reminded of the thoughts that had plagued him after the tournament in the forest... about the simplicity of his tactics, just run and slash. He remembered the battles with animated stones and trees, where he did exactly the same thing... He didn't win the tournament, and in real battles, he only managed to hold out until the end with Gulveig's help. He definitely needed to acquire a few tricks up his sleeve to be ready for various combat situations. After all, if he truly wanted to become a shinobi, he should be able to use any techniques – stealth, magic... Everything would be useful, and that's how he would surpass the straightforward brutes, which he had aspired to since childhood and had almost forgotten while relaxing in Eisen's clinic... Speaking of Eisen... Their last conversation revealed a very interesting opportunity for him to learn something new in medical practice, something that would be useful to some of his comrades who had suffered from the dendroids. As far as he knew from the clinic's schedule, the next psychotherapy sessions were not scheduled for a while, which meant he could really help his friends, who were bored in the city while the others wandered through the forests. But magic, that elusive mystical power... He couldn't be in two places at once. What should he do? In the end, the desire to possess supernatural abilities overcame his altruism and interest in medicine. There was always next week... And Emilia would already be back to her own affairs by then. Ryohei managed to push the faces of Daniel, Shino, and Imelda, battered and slashed by the bloodthirsty branches, out of his mind. Let them just not go into the forest for now... He promised himself that he would help them sooner or later. That is, not later, but as soon as he "chooses the time." While he was pondering, his feet had already led him to the Breckenndorfs' estate. Oh, Air is here, could it be that she, too, is tired of just waving a sword? And Imelda, Alessia, Ilva... What is this, a school for noble young ladies? The young man again felt awkward, as if he had gone to the wrong door. He felt something similar last week when he thought he was going on an interesting and dangerous outing, but instead, he was dragged around like a puppy by the restless sisters, now to a cafe, now to escort a wealthy young man, and then he ended up at Victor's house, doing nothing himself, only watching with growing annoyance what was happening. Ryohei took a deep breath and, trying to clear his mind of bad thoughts, turned to the baroness. "Hello, Emilia. I would also like to learn magic... the kind that strikes the enemy from a distance, deafens their ears with the whistling of the wind, blinds their eyes with a whirlwind of swirling dust, allowing me to get closer without any problems and making them an easy target..."