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01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
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05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
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11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
Post by Sieben Wagner on May 3, 2019 10:15:26 GMT -5
Let's just get to the point?
It was a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, the flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids ought to be finding the next thing that will snag their attention. Here, that would be the first thing that opted to stand still long enough for them to get a good look at. At first it was the butterflies. Then the various flowers. After that was entirely different. A sleeper, who seemed to be drawing more unwanted attention than they would bargain for upon their awakening. Lots of murmuring and whispers, both out of agitation and awe. None of that really mattered to Sieben at this given time.
People needed their food in the Forsaken region. Some of the children and their respective parents were merely making a passing through Kiten and into Kiten. He and this old farming couple at a tender age of 71 had to escort a cart full of produce to the smaller namesakes. Villages and hubs that no cityfolk would bother to remember without reason. For Sieben though, he came from one of those tiny specks on the map. Thus, it was his obligation to extend a hand to any and all like him seeking support.
He gazed up ahead wondering why there were people talking when various carts filled with market-ready goods sat still? When was it that he lost the same feeling to peek at the attractions? Heard something about seeing a great old magus of the ages. That often meant it was some sort of nobility or great spectacle. One that this morning would not wait for, Sieben believed anyways. He simply picked up a tiny pebble and looked for the eye of the huddle that was forming. With a flick up, he chucked the stone in hopes of landing a hit on whatever was holding up traffic. Though some had enough time to wait for a view, the old timer Sieben was offering to escort had at least half a village to jump through in order to catch the tail end of the morning rush.
Welcome to a typical morning of one Sieben Wagner. Small job extraordinaire and occasional vegetable cart puller for the elderly.
[attr="class","maoscroll"]After a long day of walking around in Kiten, asking in vain if anyone needed a hand for some warm food, Nobu had finally decided to rest. He had found a place next to the road, which at the time seemed pretty quiet, lied down and placed his backpack under his head as a makeshift pillow. The sun was shining and the boy fell asleep to the rhythm of joyously chirping birds. Little did he know, a group of children playing on such a nice day happened to come through where he was sleeping and saw his grimoire peeking out of the backpack. He didn’t wake up to the initial commotion, but soon, a couple of excited voices had become a dozen of happy screeches.
Nobu opened his eyes slowly. The sun was still at the same position, meaning he couldn’t have slept for too long. Something was different though, as if a large shadow was blocking its light. A crowd of children and some adults alike had gathered around him. “Look, look, his grimoire has a four-leaf clover!” One of them shouted. “He’s awake! Did we wake him up?” and “He must be a Magic Knight! Are you mister, are you?” followed suit. “Please show us your magic! Can you do cool magic?” Nobu’s head was about to explode from the sheer amount of people talking over each other, trying to get his attention.
“I-“ He tried to find his voice and stand up, but people started to push each other to get closer to him and he tripped over. “He’s here! The great magus is here!” Someone yelled, gesturing for more people to join the mob. Nobu felt awkward and embarrassed surrounded by so many people. He wasn’t a great mage. He wasn’t even a Magic Knight. There must have been some misunderstanding. The children were reading too much into his grimoire. Nobu heard the sound of a cart closing in, until it stopped abruptly. He managed to get up and tried to get a look if the crowd was blocking the way.
As he raised his head, a pebble hit him hard. “Auch,” was all he managed to muster up.
Post by Sieben Wagner on May 6, 2019 3:39:29 GMT -5
Let's just get to the point?
To Nobu's attention, a young man with sharp blue eyes would be staring back at him as if to own up to the pebble that was thrown ealrier. Guiding the pull cart around the blockade of people, Sieben simply had to clear the individual standing before him and the rest of the route was an easy march. The elderly couple looked worried at the frowns piling themselves onto Sieben, but the young magus paid it no mind. Just as quickly as they scowled, the people backed off upon seeing his back. Some of the women even screamed!
All Nobu had to pay attention to though, was what Sieben asked of him at the moment, "Would you be so kind as to move out of the way?"
No justifications, no rhyme or reasons, and no hostility. He may have been agitated enough to throw a pebble at the sleeper, but knew better than to engage in a conversation while under a bad mood. Plus, that would be the alternative should this popular magus be determined to be a truant individual. It was far too early to be picking fights and insanely close to valuable merchandise to do so too. Not one to judge though, but Sieben needed to ensure that the livelihood of his fellow citizens were not jeopardized due to an individual's vanity. Or their accomplices. He would have to hope that the person in question was cognicient of the situation developing.
Sieben gave the individual a moment of silence to think it over and make a decision. Should nothing come of it, he would start moving forward without care of what comes next.
[attr="class","maoscroll"]Nobu rubbed his aching head and gazed up to see, who had thrown that rock at him. He saw a cart, driven by someone with blue eyes that cut throw him like a knife. Their stare was hardened, almost intimidating and there was no question about whenever or not they had thrown the pebble. Nobu wasn’t quite sure if it was a boy or a girl, their facial features and hair reaching their shoulders were androgynous enough to make the assumption of them belonging to either gender. There was an elderly couple behind them on board the cart, perhaps their grandparents, Nobu thought.
There was quite a few people, now mostly stubborn kids, still blocking the way of the cart and surrounding the newly awakened magus, when the cart started to try and move past them. "Would you be so kind as to move out of the way?" They said in a toneless voice, directed at Nobu more than anyone else around him. It was impossible to read the young boy’s face, as he had always had a blank expression, regardless of what he felt or thought. Inside his head, the boy was confused as to why they would ask him to move, since he was already on the side of the road and it was other people blocking the way.
Some of the children sneered at the cart and got back to tugging at the boy’s sleeve. “Show us your magic already, mister!” A girl of probably six or seven years of age said without any care for the cart behind them. Her request was followed by agreement among the other children. Nobu, unsettled by the children that were now harassing him relentlessly, was out of words to say, still a bit groggy from being woken up. He managed to wave at the driver and muster up a call for help.
“Please help me, miss! I’m trapped in here!” Nobu said, sincerely believing he had made the right choice with the driver’s gender.
Post by Sieben Wagner on May 9, 2019 4:11:12 GMT -5
Let's just get to the point?
Miss? That was a first. Stranger danger who was currently being swarmed with humanized mongrels apparently thought Sieben was effiminate enough to pass as a woman. Enough to earn some glances from the other individuals walking about the area too. He humored the small talk for a little while until the old woman on the wagon tugged on his sleeve. Telling him that there were a lot of patrons waiting, Sieben knew it was time to clear the roadblock.
Thinking about Acht would call the larva forward, causing the baby insect to yawn as it materialized onto his chest. It was more welcoming and amicable since the little excursion with the noble lady, albeit fussy when it came to morning routines. Sieben gave a small apology before taking a firm grip around the larva's exoskeleton.
Those red rubies for eyes gleamed in anger as the insect magus threw Acht into the middle huddle of the people around the roadblock. An angry Acht, through Sieben's experience, hisses very loudly. Which usually provoked screams of terror, since an insect the size of a sack of potatoes landing in the thick of things was not commonplace. To Sieben's benefit, his prediction was correct. The girls fled quickly and the boys, who often found insects to be good victims for torture, were trying to muster up their courage against this giant of a bug. One venom laced hiss scared what courage they had left and they too joined the crying girls fleeing to their parents. By the time the adults came to check, Acht had already disappeared back onto Sieben's face. Angrily clawing while mounted firmly on his head. A small price to pay for progress!
He simply pulled the wagon forward and onto the road. Acht's jumpscare caused a wide enough gap for the company to mosey on through. Sieben did little to acknowledge the magus whom he helped, as he was preoccupied with the pulling of a vegetable filled cart and trying to see through Acht's ethereal body. Perks of being a spirit meant limited influence on the physical realm. Downfalls also included that, as it was futile to try and fight back without equal magical power. Something that Sieben lacked at the moment.
[attr="class","maoscroll"]The crowd of children around the young boy grew ever wilder. He looked at the driver, who seemed to be doing something to clear the area. A larva appeared on the driver’s chest, before she threw him in the middle of the crowd. The monster seemed to be screeching in rage as it hit the center, where the children were gathered. It was hissing around at everyone and oozing poison through its mouth. The girls and the boys were all screaming in terror at the sight of the insect, and started running away from the way of the cart. Nobu took a few steps back himself away from the monstrosity.
It hissed angrily at the boy’s face, but disappeared as soon as the crowd had fled in fright. Nobu was standing on the side of the road, as the driver pulled the wagon forward. Not a word to the young magus, even after asking for help. “Thank you,” Nobu said with a puzzled face, but the cart had already passed him. He wasn’t sure if the driver even heard him. They didn’t seem like a nice person, throwing bugs at little kids and downright ignoring a person asking for help. It didn’t matter, he thought. It wasn’t like the female knew him anyway, and the immediate danger had already passed. It was polite to show kindness to strangers anyway.
Nobu picked up his backpack and got ready to skip town, before the kids came back to torment him. His eyes went down the road the cart was slowly advancing on. He saw a small, but sharp rock on the trajectory of the cart’s right wheel. “Miss, watch out, there’s a-“ But it was too late to dodge it. The cart would hit the rock and its wheel would sustain enough damage to break.
Should have known that doing such a gesture would earn him more than a scolding from the veggie farmer, as karma had a way of biting back. Even though the earlier scare was meant to push the crowd out and make an opening, Sieben did reflect on the action. He probably scarred a few kids for life regarding insects. A sin he would have to bear, along with the weight of a lopsided pull wagon as the right wheel cracked on a jagged rock. It would have normally fell to the wayside but fortunately, the puller was someone who had his body conditioned through hunting and physical labor his entire life. A cart full of vegetables was not too tall of a task to pull for a few more meters on a bum wheel. To ease his load, the elderly farmers got off and decided to help him pull the cart along into the village's market. Sieben did not hear the warning, but probably would not have reacted if he did. Too busy trying to keep the cart balanced whilst pulling it forward into the bustling market square.
The sigh of relief was a bit louder than normal as Sieben parked the broken cart onto a hay bale that was brought out by the husband of the farming couple. Whilst Sieben and his wife unloaded their wares, the old husband took off to find himself a carpenter that could fashion a new wheel for them. The plan changed from hopping between different areas to just sticking around nearby towns. There was no guarantee that even an emergency fix could solve all their problems, so the elderly couple decided it was best to just pick the hub towns and settle for the profits there. No complaints coming from Sieben! That was less set up and tear down they had to do for the entire day.
Speaking of which, these two did a lot more for the markets than Sieben initially thought. In addition to selling fresh produce, the couple sold a couple of refreshments that used a bit of their own stock. Freshly squeezed juices or mixed drinks (since this market had a dairy farmer they knew) were very popular and the wife set up a makeshift stovetop with a charcoal pit. All tasks he thought to be time-consuming were quickly finished before the last pumpkin was offloaded. The wife asked Sieben to come closer as she showed him the various foods they would make to hungry patrons. Patrons that were often too poor to eat such fine food in the capital cities, so her husband and herself often went to visit as a service. After showing how simple a mixture of toasted bread, eggs, ju and fresh veggies were or how to make a crispy rice or egg fritter, Sieben was all ready to serve upmarket stand grub.
The orders came quickly, as children and their parents came on in to buy produce and get breakfast. Some time whilst Sieben was learning how to make the menu, the wife found an opportunity to set up mini seats and tables for her patrons. She took orders, lined them up and even helped the young man during the rushes. Sieben worked as fast as he could, stirring the crispy eggs in their cast iron molds while seasoning them. That was the secret to her success he realized. The use of spices was rare in the Forsaken Region and poorer towns. Making such light dishes that appealed to all the human senses was a sure fire way to attract customers! One of which Sieben recognized as the stranger they passed being mobbed by children. He was considerably less bothered by them here, which was a healthy improvement. None of the youths near the stall seemed remotely interested in the Platinum Grimoire user too!
Probably had to do with the good food being served, as well as getting to watch it being made right in front of them. Sunnyside up eggs bathed in broth and served with toasted bread, crispy rice pancakes covered in veggies and a thin rice paper, toast with cheese or mixed stuffings? It all seemed complicated at first, but he picked up the pace quick enough. There was no shortage of choices and perhaps this could be a good starting point for a conversation from last time. They did waltz on by after all.
"Ah. Stranger! The one who got bullied by kids. Come grab a bite to eat."
[attr="class","maoscroll"]Nobu felt a little pity for the driver as the wheel broke. She was probably too far away to heed his warning in time, or simply couldn’t hear him. He saw the elderly couple jump off to ease weight and push the cart from behind, while the girl led the cart forward with the broken wheel into a crowded marketplace ahead. The boy’s stomach groaned again. His fatigue was gone, but his hunger was still there. Maybe there would be something he could eat at the market. Nobu searched for money in his pockets and found a few coins he could spare for food. He was tired of apples and other fruits he could conjure through his trees.
Nobu walked to the marketplace, where he saw the girl again. They were unloading the contents of the cart into a small stall they had set up on the square. Turned out a lot of people were hungry too, and wanting to buy their products, they flocked around the makeshift shop. Juice, bread, eggs, fresh vegetables and rice – all the food made his mouth water, and he just stood there, dreaming about eating all of it. The driver had turned into a chef and a waitress, and seemed to be busy with all the orders flowing in. Nobu had already tucked his grimoire deep in his backpack to avoid any more unwanted attention.
"Ah. Stranger! The one who got bullied by kids. Come grab a bite to eat," the driver yelled at him. She seemed much nicer, suddenly. Maybe it was that she was so focused on getting to their destination on time, that she couldn’t afford to invest time in politeness. Nobu smelled the scent of fine spices in the air, the same scent as when he had first arrived in the capital. It was overwhelming his senses. This was not commoner food. The boy slowly moved towards the line and waited patiently. Once it was his turn to order, he came face to face with the driver again.
“Umm, miss, I only have these,” he offered her his few coins. “But I have some fresh fruits I can trade with your food.” Nobu’s expression was serious and deadpan. The only skill he had was conjuring trees, and growing fruits on their branches. It was a fair trade, in his opinion, as the woman in the back seemed to be making fruit juice to sell the other customers. Nobu didn’t care for it. He just wanted a warm meal, cooked eggs, cooked rice and all sort of cooked vegetables.
“I’m sorry about your wheel,” he apologized, as if it was his fault.
Sieben raised an eyebrow towards the way Nobu acknowledged him. Miss? Though he was pretty lithe and not exceptionally burly, Sieben did not see himself as androgynous nor particularly effeminate. Perhaps this individual was unused to seeing skinnier males? Judging by the way he handled the crowd earlier, the sound magus was fairly confident there were many aspects within the social world that this Platinum grimoire user was not competent at. One of them being the instinctual sign to read a sign posted up.
"No trades friend. If you don't got money then sit down and you'll be served something right quick." Sieben told Nobu quickly, pointing towards the white sign near the front desk of the stand. "These old timers go about helping and serving the folks who can't scrap up enough for themselves. People pay when they can and if they can't, they can't. Honor system. So do what your conscience can handle."
Sieben got back to work answering the flood of orders coming in. Things were revving up at the food stand, with several individuals too focused on trying to claim a warm meal just like Nobu to pay him any mind. In fact, the variety of customers that were coming into the eating area ranged from ragged beggars to off-duty magic knights. Some of the merchants even ran on through to grab a quick bite before returning to their own stand. What the mage would see was something so sweet and simple that often went ignored: a social gathering of humans. To his right were a cackling bunch of haggard men sipping the hazy brown liquid they could scoop from an iced barrel. Said barrel was being manually cooled by blocks of ice broken with a hammer from the older farmer, whilst the wife took orders from the money patrons for fancier meals. Things such as banana smoothies mixed with fresh yogurt and fruit were very popular with the wives, while she whipped up leftover milk and a brownish powder with oats for the children passing through.
On the kitchen's side, Sieben's quick hands were flipping wheat cakes and toasting bread while keeping an eye on the various tin skillets cooking eggs sunnyside up. He would occasionally ladle a dose of broth onto the egg and some chopped mixture of garlic with green onions too. Some orders had a small piece of sausage or pate meat, and others had the mixture flipped onto a bed of warm rice. During all the hustle and bustle, several young farm hands came in to help the food stand serve up the meals. Their reward was a free dine-in of whatever they want once the rush died down, but that would be noticed later.
Meanwhile, Sieben finished up Nobu's meal: three sunny side up fried eggs bathed in beef marrow broth and seasoned with pepper, garlic, ginger, and green onion. There was a toasted baguette crisp to the touch with its warm skin served alongside it, as well as cut up cucumber, tomato, and onions. He handed it off to one of the farmhand waitresses, who quickly placed it onto Nobu's table to be consumed. Sieben, who was still cooking up a storm, continued to talk to Nobu while working on new orders. His little puffball that caused a ruckus earlier was fluttering about and carrying dirty dishes towards the cleaning area, so everyone had a small part in this.
"There's no need to apologize for something you had no hand in. You shouldn't make it a habit. Looks bad and is bad for the spine. Gonna need one to handle the big ol' world you know. That goes for making sure you got your impressions straightened out. Like calling me Miss instead of Ser. Not that it's any better, but I'm not my sister."
[attr="class","maoscroll"]Nobu saw the gal raising her brow at him. He didn't know which part made her do that. Was it his suggestion of a tradeoff, a few fruit for a meal? Surely not. It was a fair deal. Maybe she was still upset from what had happened before. The way he had created a commotion big enough to stop the carriage and eventually, distract the driver enough to end up with a broken wheel.
"No trades, friend. If you don't got money, then sit down and you'll be served something right quick," The girl finally said, pointing upwards. Nobu stared at her for a while with a blank face and then looked up, following her finger, until his eyes rested on a sign. His mouth opened, forming a small round O, but his expression remained as dumb and deadpan as ever. They gave free food to the poor. How nice of them. The girl must be a good person too, then, Nobu thought.
"These old timers go about helping and serving the folks who can't scrap up enough for themselves. People pay when they can and if they can't, they can't. Honor system. So do what your conscience can handle." She said, still no word of what had happened before. Maybe she didn't care. Maybe she was going to poison his food. Nobu's stomach growled. He would take his chances at that last thought, if it meant food that didn't originate from a tree.
"Okay," The boy with the platinum grimoire said. He stood there for a while, looking at the driver now a waitress, who paid him no mind, before moving aside to let people make their orders and sat down on a lone table with no other customers, pretty close to the makeshift kitchen Sieben was working at. He saw all kinds of people lined up, some at other tables, eating the food she had prepared. Farmers, beggars, nobles, magic knights, all varieties, all flavours.
While Sieben was cooking up the customers' orders, Nobu's eyes wandered the crowd and observed them. He liked them. Humans in their natural habitat, around other humans. It sounded like a weird thing to say. But sometimes, he didn't feel human like them. He was always detached, always alone, even when he was with others. He didn't know the right way to think or the right thing to say. He wasn't an outcast, but he wasn't in on it either. Being outside was fine too. One could pay more attention to things others, who were trapped by their narrow vision, didn't.
A beautiful lady, whose ring was missing, betrayed by a white line on her finger. Perhaps a noble, but more likely a commoner who had married up a rank, so easy among the dirt that surrounded her. She didn't notice it yet. She was showing off her fancy drink to her friends, who were waiting for their own. As for the ring, it was on the fingertip of a pickpocket, sitting on a table not far from his. It slid into the thief's pocket. Nobu did nothing. It wasn't his business.
Life in Kiten wasn't all rainbows and floral wreaths. People were poor and when people are poor they steal and kill. This, the boy knew. It was the way things were in cities. There was no point in attempting to break a cycle that would go on and on when he wasn't there. Back home in his village, they were never starving, so it was hard for Nobu to imagine how difficult such a life must be. The system was pit against them, so what else could they do.
Sieben appeared to be finished with his afternoon breakfast and handed it to a waitress that had appeared out of nowhere, although when he looked closer, all kinds of new people seemed to be working at the place now. Nobu looked at his dish intently. Eggs in a steaming broth, that looked rich and meaty and filled with spices. On the side, there was bread and fresh vegetables. He picked up his chopsticks and began his heavenly feast.
"Thank you for the food," Nobu said quietly, before he slurped the eggs and opened his mouth wide to crunch half the bread whole. He wasn't the type of savour food nor let it go to waste. He lifted the bowl and gulped down the broth, before turning red from all the spices he wasn't used to. So tasty, yet so hot it was burning his insides. The young boy tried to get rid of the taste by holding his tongue out, but to no avail. His attention shifted towards Sieben, who was talking to him, prompting him to stop making weird faces.
"There's no need to apologize for something you had no hand in," she said. At least she didn't carry a grudge, though the thought of poison had briefly appeared in his mind when those spices his taste buds. "You shouldn't make it a habit. Looks bad and is bad for the spine. Gonna need one to handle the big ol' world, you know. That goes for making sure you got your impressions straightened out. Like calling me miss instead of ser. Not that it's any better, but I'm not my sister."
Nobu's expression was emotionless again. Without an inch of hostility, he spat out: "Are you looking down on me, mister? Maybe because I'm small and I was polite to you, I would strike you as the naive, spineless type? The people in this world aren't black and white, not you, not me, not anyone - it's not good to rely on your first impressions, as you said." While it might have sounded like a provocation from anyone else's mouth, Nobu simply made it clear he spoke what he thought, what he had perceived and thought, without any emotion in it.
"Also, I am very sorry for calling you a miss, mister," He added. "I honestly didn't know and that is my mistake alone." Apology was heavy in his voice, again.
Sieben smirked before responding to Nobu whilst answering the next orders. Taking out a batter of cornmeal and milk, he began forming thin pieces of dough that cooked evenly at first glance. They puffed up into a fluffy and airy goodness in a blink of an eye, of which Sieben quickly scooped them onto plates for the waitresses to deliver to the requesters. Sieben tossed one onto Nobu's plate, accurately sniping the small surface from his stove top's distance.
"If you've got time to be sassy, then you've got some strength back. That's good. Also goes to show you ain't as impartial as you think you make yourself out to be stranger."
Flipping the spatula about his palm and then pointing it towards Nobu, Sieben added, "If the boot fits, wear it. Otherwise, ever the innocent and ignorant will tell no difference between sleight and jest. Classical wordplay and something I'm not really good at, but that one, in particular, stuck with me. You're in the countryside stranger, there's no need to be so up in arms about nothing."
The sounds of ringing bells and waitresses wanting more orders took Sieben's attention away from Nobu once more so that he could continue working. As he did so, the quickly moving male let loose the larvae from before. Or more accurate to say, the poor creature fell off as its perch was difficult to stay attached to with the mixture of sweat and sudden jerking motions. It tumbled and turned on its backside for a little while before righting itself onto the tiny line of legs. Strangely enough, no one seemed to pay any attention to the creature within the tent. ALmost as if they could not detect the individual spirit's presence. Nobu would also see one of the waitresses walk right through the larva, as the creature moved back towards Sieben.
Taking a small break, the larva seemingly froze for an unknown reason and then engulfed itself with a pale light. Once again, none of this went noticed by the individuals around them except for Sieben and Nobu. What emerged from the little light was a puffball with red eyes, which motioned over to Sieben's head and took a seat up above. The young man sighed at the prospect of his head feeling like a small weight, but put up with it for the time being. His eyes saw that many of the morning rush staples were finishing up, which meant his time working was winding down too. He would be lying if it was said the finish time was not highly anticipated.
While working again, Sieben spoke up to Nobu to keep the eccentric young man some company. He reminded him of a time where socializing was such a foreign concept and awkwardly difficult. Being blunt was generally Sieben's personal go to as well, but not everyone took to it well. Thus, he felt almost obligated to keep talking. Seemed friendly enough once you got past the snarky remarks.
"What brings you out here anyways? You're probably the same fella that made quite a scene at the magic knight exams, but seems like the populace still finds you favorable. Out looking for adventure or to better one self?
Nobu listened to the waiter, who smirked at his rhetoric. Sieben was right about many things. The young boy did feel a lot stronger, now that he had rested and eaten well – the food was incredibly delicious, but even more so, the portion had made his stomach full. He must be a skilled chef, then, a real magician in the kitchen. The older boy's note about his impartiality rang true as well. Nobu had acted out of character, giving such a snarky reply to being treated as a naive little boy, which he was, at the end of the day. He hadn't seen enough of the world to claim himself as adept in life. The tree mage hadn't liked his implications, and as such, had lashed out – his remark was the extent that he could ever lash out to – at the waiter.
He was right. There was no need to be defensive about it. He hadn't meant to be patronizing, it was just how the waiter had worded it. Nobu nodded in agreement, feeling no further apology was needed – nor would the man like him being so humble towards him. The waiter got back to work and the world tree mage got a glimpse of something strange. A creature, which was undeniably a spirit, had appeared near the mage again. The same one that had scared the kids away. Nobu wondered how the two came to meet each other. Spirits were rare, a distant memory of the old times when magic was supposedly even stronger. The books about them had told the boy, that spirits were made out of pure mana and embodied elements of nature, blessing their master with a powerful boon to their spellwork and mana pool.
None of the people managed to see it, however. The creature even passed through one of the waitresses. Nobu had a working theory: despite his low sensory skill, his high level of mana compared to your average commoner allowed him to view its manifested form, and in turn barred the people around them from doing so. As the waiter seemed to be finished with his shift, the creature – a puffball of light with red eyes – took a seat on the top of his head, seemingly resting. The man addressed him again, bringing up something Nobu did not expect. The Magic Knight Entrance Exams the year before, in which the young boy had shined brightly, but declined any and all offers the Order gave him. He didn't think he'd meet anyone who remembered him. Despite his four leaf clover, the boy was conveniently forgettable.
”I-,” He started, but became unsure of how to respond. ”I decided not to become a Magic Knight at the last minute. In the end, it wasn't what I wanted to do, simply what everyone expected of me, because of the magic I have.” Nobu said, with a slight sense of being freed from a burden that had been weighing him down in his voice. He held out his palm and conjured up a miniature tree within, with lush leaves and fruits smaller than the tiniest of berries. ”For me, magic is not a weapon. It's a wonderful thing to be cherished and treasured. I started my journey after leaving the Royal Capital, hoping to see all kinds of magic and meeting all kinds of interesting people on the way, and ended up traversing the Forsaken Region, before I head back to visit my father.”
He looked at the man in the makeshift kitchen. ”I am Nobu, by the way. I don't think we exchanged names yet. I am sorry if I left a bad first impression.” He apologized again, before thinking. ”I saw you have a spirit friend. May I ask how you came to meet it?” The boy added, curiously. Nobu’s attention was captured by an older man advertising free carriage to Sosshi, in exchange for helping him load and unload his cart. The world tree mage made a split second decision and waved his hand at him, turning back at the waiter. ”I am grateful for the food. It was delicious. I hope we meet again so you can learn more about you and your spirit friend!” Nobu said, before running off to the guy, telling him he could work in exchange of a free ride to Sosshi.