Fools Paradise

Entering the school gates Wittorf spots Caiman walking to his dorm. The last person he would want to see. But he wasn't going to ruin his day. No not today. Not the day he finally gets to test out his new spell.

"While you were off goofing around, I learned something useful." Caiman smirks

"That's awesome; you'll have to show me it later." Wittorf responds with a huge smile.

"What's got you in such a good mood?"

Walking past Caiman, Wittorf replies happily. "I've learned something new as well."

Wittorf skips up the steps while Caiman watches him scowling the entire time. Caiman knew he was better than some loser who keeps hurting himself. He was going to prove it time and time again if he had to.

Night sets in and Wittorf is sitting in his room looking at his hand.

"Alright let's get this on the road."

He raises his palm up and focuses mana into it. The mana seems to pool into it much easier than before. Was this because he found his center? He would need to ask Coda about that when he saw him next. Either way he was going to work on this spell some more.

A small ball of light appears in his hand. This was easy the next step would be tough. He works to split the ball in two. It wobbles a bit before slowly splitting into two. It takes a second to stabilize but he keeps them there.

"It worked!"

All he had to do was continue adding to it right now it was just two of the same things. Focusing his palm, a small thread began to appear. After some time, the threads connect to the first ball. The second ball however does not quite reach before it all fades away.

"Looks like I am a little closer at least. Let's focus on my strengths then."

He creates another ball and attaches a thread to it. Ersa said that he was a flexible made. So stretchy stuff is good. He wanted to test out the capabilities of his new spell, but it was already so late. He just recovered from mana sickness would it really be wise to push himself right now?

***

Wittorf is standing outside in the training yard in the dark holding his magic yoyo. He knew he shouldn't push himself so he agreed that he would only practice for a few hours. He grabs a couple of cans from his room and sets them up on the dummies.

Returning a good distance away from them he winds up his yoyo and throws it. It whirls right past the can and lands in the ground on the other side before bouncing back and returning to his hand.

"Alright let's try this again."

He winds up the yoyo again and throws it. This time it curves a little but still misses the can. However, the thread attached bends a little and knocks over all the cans as the yoyo wraps around the last dummy.

"interesting."

Wittorf releases the spell and goes to pick up the cans. As he does, he is stopped by Caiman who is looking at him from the window.

"What are you doing making so much noise while I'm trying to sleep!"

Caiman looks at the bottles on the ground and in Wittorfs hands.

"Practice is not going to make you any better. You might as well give up and go home."

Closing the windows Caiman returns back to bed. Wittorf places the bottles back on the dummies and smiles.

"Just a matter of time."

After a few hours of practicing Wittorf is worn out and looks at the large clocktower on the center of the building in front of him.

"Might as well make good on my promise and get some sleep."

He makes his way to his room and promptly falls asleep. The exhaustion from the last few weeks catching up to him. Deep restful slumber as he dreams of taking down Caiman and for some reason also dreams of Ersa.

When he awoke he was blushing to himself. Getting ready for his last few days with Coda he ran to the training room. He was excited to tell his Master of all that he learned while away. When he entered the training room, he noticed there was no one there.

Where could Master Coda be? He looked in the kitchen and then again outside, but he wasn't there. Well if he wasn't there might as well wait for him. Meditating on his mat was relaxing. He felt at home here. It was saddening to know his time with Coda would be ending soon.

Hours pass and the door opens finally. Coda enters the room and notices Wittorf. Smiling he sits down quietly next to him and begins his meditation. Another hour passes before Wittorf opens his eyes to see Coda sitting next to him.

"Whaaaa"

"How are you doing today?"

"When were you going to tell me you were here?"

"I didn't want to interrupt such a peaceful session.

Quickly getting to his knees Wittorf scrambles towards Coda with a huge grin on his face.

"I found it!"

"Tell me what that was."

"It was a beautiful angel holding the egg you gave me."

Nodding in acknowledgment Coda pats Wittorf on the head.

"A guardian angel is at your center. An egg of new beginnings in her hand. A pure light surrounding her. It would seem you are destined for something grand my young mage."

Eyes beaming Wittorf could not help but love hearing those words. What was his destiny? Was it grand, did it involve major fights and saving princesses? He noticed Coda smiling like he normally does but something seemed different. His eyes seemed sad.

"What's wrong master?"

"This will be our last day together, I was just thinking of the time we spent together."

Feeling a little sad himself, Wittorf decided to give Coda a big hug. He gladly accepted it.

"What will we be learning today?"

"How to enjoy ourselves."

Coda walks into the kitchen and returns minutes later with a large plate of cookies and tea.

"How about it, care to join me?"

Wittorf and Coda spend their last day together before heading back to their normal lives. It's not like they won't see each other again but it wont quite be the same.