Heavenly Gifted
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profesor says , since you two find your private conversation far more captivating than my lecture... why don't both of you demonstrate simple basic magic right now and construct a small ice crystal?"
Nakul opened his mouth, but not a single sound came out. What was he even supposed to say?
He had literally spent the last twenty minutes learning the difference between a warrior and a mage through cutlery analogies!
Just as Nakul was about to bow his head and apologize profusely, Arjun stepped forward and spoke calmly.
"To construct an ice crystal, one must understand both the magic circle's geometric formula and the corresponding incantation.
Once the formula is visualized clearly in one's mind, you chant the spell and channel Prana directly through your palm to manifest the ice magic."
Professor Divya stared at him, caught off guard. She had been secretly observing the two of them for ten minutes, patiently waiting for them to stop whispering and pay attention.
She had assumed Arjun was completely clueless about the material—so how did he state the theoretical process so flawlessly?
However, as a professor, she couldn't back down now. Taking a step back would ruin her authority on her very first day of class.
"Impressive theory," Professor Divya said, a subtle, confident smirk touching her lips like a cat that had just cornered a mouse.
"Now... put your words into practice. Manifest an ice crystal right here."
She knew she had trapped him.
A normal cadet required five to six days of practice just to stabilize their Prana for elemental manifestation—and she hadn't even drawn the complex ice magic circle on the blackboard yet!
To her complete shock, Arjun simply extended his right arm.
He turned his palm upward, closed his eyes for a brief two seconds, and softly
whispered:
"शीतलस्तम्भेन बन्धयामि..."
( "I bind with a pillar of freezing cold...")
CRACKLE!
A sharp frost condensed in the air above his hand, and within a heartbeat, a flawless, gleaming ice crystal formed perfectly atop Arjun's open palm.
Professor Divya's jaw subtly dropped. She stood entirely stunned, her breath catching in her throat.
Her original intent had been to embarrass him slightly to teach him a lesson about respecting class time.
Instead, he had effortlessly executed a spell that took genius students nearly a week to master!
"Ahem... Ahem!" Professor Divya cleared her throat awkwardly, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of intense curiosity and profound embarrassment.
She was acutely aware that every student in the room knew she hadn't drawn the magic circle on the board yet—meaning her trap had backfired spectacularly.
"Can you... tell me how you knew the formula for the ice magic circle?" she asked, her voice dropping its strict tone. "I haven't even drawn it on the board."
"There were a few fundamental elemental magic circle formulas included in the cadet manual we were handed yesterday," Arjun answered politely.
"I memorized them all last night."
Professor Divya's eyes widened once more. To memorize and fully comprehend intricate magic formulas in a single night without guidance was nothing short of miraculous.
"Arjun... you are truly a heavenly gifted boy," she murmured, a genuine, admiring smile replacing her earlier sternness.
"I have extremely high hopes for you."
Arjun didn't boast or celebrate. He simply offered a small, polite, and modest smile—the same calm, gentle expression he always wore.
Arjun was the kind of person who never let failure sink his heart, nor did success inflate his pride.
He remained completely composed, an enigma whose true depths no one could easily read or predict.
While Arjun accepted the praise with quiet humility, a burning fire of rage and jealousy ignited across the room.
Sitting in the far corner, watching the professor shower Arjun with admiration, one boy clutched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white.
And he was none other than...
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