“So, how should I address you?” Samimi spoke with utmost politeness.
“Just call me Bemore.” The more polite they were, the worse Bemore felt.
“Good morning, everyone.” Priestess Rebecca and Squad Leader Brayetta had also gotten up.
“All present, let’s begin training.” Bemore stood up, picked up her specially made L-shaped black staff, and walked outside.
Everyone gathered on the grass outside the Hall of the Wise Moon, officially starting their combat training.
“[Wall of Thorn Brambles].” Samimi was the first to unleash her powerful magical shield, erecting a towering wall.
At that moment, Bemore finally calmed down enough to closely observe Samimi’s unique magic. Standing behind the Wall of Thorn Brambles, she stared at the writhing, trembling thorns and twigs, her eyelids twitching.
This manifested magic was incredibly strong, eerily strange, completely unfathomable.
Samimi’s deep crimson magic emitted a scent of natural elements, but it clearly did not belong to the Five Great Elements, nor was it a variant of them. It was similar to the relationship between Ice Magic and Water Magic.
Natural elements and Heretical Magic carried an indescribable aura. For example, Squad Leader Brayetta’s Mirror Magic was definitely not elemental magic—there was simply no such sensation, no essence.
But if you tried to explain what that sensation was, you couldn’t quite put it into words; it was just that natural feeling.
Natural! You get it?
So Samimi’s mysterious magic had the flavor of elemental magic, which made Bemore even more shocked and confused. What exactly was this power?
However, Bemore couldn’t ask too much. Asking directly would be too conspicuous, almost suspicious.
“This is my Thorn Magic. My ability is similar to the Squad Leader’s; I’m not good at offense. My magic shield has a special effect it can corrode the enemy’s magic, further weakening their spells’ potency. Although it’s no match for the Squad Leader’s Mirror Magic, low-level magic can’t break through my defense.” Samimi explained.
“Why are you telling me all this?” Bemore asked, doubtful.
“We’re teammates now. Of course I have to tell you my magical traits. Otherwise, how can we coordinate?” Samimi smiled.
…Bemore was momentarily speechless.
“Miss Bemore, I know your flame element isn’t good at sustaining magic shields. When battle starts, you can hide behind our Wall of Thorn Brambles and attack the enemy by throwing projectiles. That way, your magic can be more focused; you don’t have to waste effort activating your Flame Shield.” Samimi explained in a very motherly tone.
“I got it.” Bemore nodded stiffly.
“Rebecca, you also hide behind me. We’ll use the Wall of Thorn Brambles as a barrier, just like those frost mages do. I’ll take full responsibility for defense, Miss Bemore will handle ranged attacks, Rebecca will help with mana recovery, and Niubao will harass the enemy in close combat. With the four of us working together, there won’t be a single flaw.” Samimi pointed and laid out their basic tactics.
“Enough chatting, sisters! Can someone attack my mirror already?” Squad Leader Brayetta shouted loudly from nearby, interrupting their lingering conversation.
Two days already! The School of Healing squad had been chatting there for two whole days. What about the promised special training?
Hearing the Squad Leader say that, everyone began taking their positions—actually just hiding behind the Wall of Thorn Brambles.
Bemore stood on the far left edge, cautiously peeking out, raising her black wooden staff, and launched a Small Fireball at the Squad Leader’s magic mirror. It felt strangely meek.
The Small Fireball hit the magical mirror, barely turning into a tiny spark. It couldn’t make the slightest ripple, feeling utterly harmless.
“Why is your fireball so small?” Rebecca asked suspiciously.
“Priestess, don’t say nonsense. You just don’t understand.” Samimi pinched her mouth.
Rebecca’s expression grew even more puzzled.
Because Squad Leader Brayetta’s expression in the distance looked serious, stroking her chin and falling into deep thought, it seemed this small fireball wasn’t so simple.
Though a bit late, there was finally a chance to talk about the White-haired Witch Bemore. That girl named Joshua.
As the strongest damage dealer in the Brave Team, when facing many tough ultimate monsters, it was Bemore’s fire magic that broke the deadlock, followed by precise, deadly attacks from the Brave and the Elf Archer, aiming to exploit the weakness and finish off the powerful enemies.
So the White-haired Witch Bemore’s defining trait could be summed up in one word: explosion!
But simply exploding wasn’t enough to earn her the title of Witch, and fire magic was originally about bursting power.
Bemore improved her own spellcasting, developing a unique flame attack technique belonging solely to the White-haired Witch.
It was a style that fused lightning magic characteristics into her flame spells, fiercely compressing the fire element, greatly enhancing the spell’s penetration power, known as [Dragon Bullet].
Readers preferred to jokingly call it the [Magic Armor-Piercing Bullet].
Because this magic worked like a tank’s armor-piercing shell—extremely powerful at penetrating shields, and after piercing, triggering a secondary explosion, making it deadly.
The importance of magic shields to mages needed no further explanation, and Bemore’s spellcasting dealt huge damage to magical shields. Just that alone made her notorious throughout the Magic Kingdom.
However, the above referred to the mid-to-late stage true White-haired Witch. The current White-haired Witch was just an ordinary roadside rookie fire mage.
Her unique talent was the extreme compression of magic.
This was Bemore Joshua’s innate gift.
Just like Samimi’s auxiliary abilities or Rebecca’s healing powers, even if others understood the principles, they couldn’t replicate them one-to-one or achieve the same results. Because this was a genius’s gift.
It seemed Bemore’s flame compression talent was already showing results.
All those perfect giant fireballs cast by that Red Lion were worthless against tough, thick-skinned magical beasts they could only scratch backs, and against agile magic beings they hit only empty air. Their practical combat value was zero.
Do you know what the strongest fireball spell is? The smaller the fireball, the more explosive it is!
“Ren Ni’s flame magic has some real depth. This is the first time I’ve felt such a powerful attack.” Squad Leader Brayetta said with admiration.
“Huh?” Rebecca was a bit confused.
Was that tiny little fireball really that powerful?
“Definitely powerful,” Samimi applauded nearby.
“How do you know it’s powerful?” Bemore coldly looked at her and asked.
“Compression. You used compression.” Samimi, a little exaggerated, patted her own back and analyzed, “Compressing magic to this degree? No wonder, Miss Bemore, you’re a natural-born mage.”
…Bemore’s pupils flickered twice.
Her self-developed original magic, after all this time, had been seen through by Samimi at a glance?