?After a while, he saw his house and walked toward it. He saw the man whose name he still didn't know and went to his room. Once in his room, Blaise had tested various abilities from his past life, from kicks to punches. He noticed that his capacities were noticeably increased, perhaps two or three times stronger than he believed. He thought that if the increase was permanent, he could use that power in various counterattack techniques.
?Blaise, who still had a surprised expression on his face regarding his strength, decided to test his endurance. For this, he went down to the ground of his home, where, with much distrust, he placed a stone in front of him. The purpose was to test his strength and resistance by engaging the opposing force. Blaise, a little nervous, braced his body in front of the enormous stone, which weighed approximately 100 kilograms.
?With his fist forward, Blaise struck the rock with all his strength. To his calm and joy, the rock was split into four pieces. Blaise, who still couldn't believe it, looked at his hand, which was almost intact, only slightly dirty from the impact. What he saw was a sword on his wrist, which disappeared a few seconds later. It was the same sword Blaise has on his neckline.
?Entering again, Blaise decides to write down his discoveries in a notebook titled "Discoveries." What was written in the text was what Blaise had experienced after testing his physical capabilities: "My strength is increased, my resistance and my bodily capacities as well; this is the most notable. Also, it seemed I can create a sword with my hand. If I strike with the side of my hand, it is a sword so sharp it can cut steel." Blaise tested this last part by cutting the stone multiple times, as his hand was barely or not at all affected.
?Finishing his investigation, Blaise goes out onto the street heading toward the academy, where he intended to spy on the students. This would look very bad from Blaise's point of view, but he did it for "scientific motives." Blaise actually intended to see how academy students fought to understand his bond, as he was still unable to maximize it as he wanted.
?As he was walking, Blaise encountered a tall man; he measured approximately 1.85\ m. For Blaise, this was a difference of almost 5\ cm. This didn't disconcert him; what truly caught his attention was seeing the sword on his neckline among the man's clothes. Blaise was able to see what was hidden. "Is this another one of the abilities I have to master? It sounds like sharp sight. If it weren't that, I don't think I could have noticed anything about him," Blaise thought, as he pondered how he could train his eyes.
?When he turned around, this mysterious man, dressed in large black leather clothing, had disappeared as if by magic. Surprised, Blaise continued walking toward the academy. He, Blaise, who had been in the "new world" for a while, already knew the directions to every place by heart. People greeted him like a neighbor.
?This brought back memories: Axia was recognized all over the world by various people, recognized by different nicknames. One of the most famous was "The Talent" due to his great combat capacity and intelligence when facing various risky situations in the past. Remembering this, an expression of sadness took hold of Blaise's face, as this was only a memory of his past. Attached to his reality, Blaise changed his facial expression and looked forward, determined to be the man he was before. Whether he is in his world or not, the one now called Blaise wants to be stronger.
?Arriving at the binders' academy, Blaise saw a large wall. "It's not vandalized, this is... strange to me," remembering that in his childhood and adulthood, many of these walls were vandalized in various ways.
?With an expression of sadness on his face, Blaise kept walking, heading toward a window that pointed to the academy's fighting fields. Despite being something so impactful, the place was empty. Blaise walked toward the fortified glass.
?Meanwhile, two students were fighting. Blaise was surprised by the difference in combat styles within this world. The students were more than 8\ m apart, something to be expected if they possessed some type of long-distance power. Blaise imagined a fight against a firearm. "That would be complicated, dealing with many weapons is difficult for me," Blaise exclaimed to himself.
?In the combat, the two students fought differently, delivering blows and jumps to reach and distance themselves from their opponents. Blaise categorized one of the students as "Red" and "Blue" according to the color of their uniforms.
?"Red" approached "Blue" from the right side using a type of ability that enhanced his legs. "Could that be my power?" Blaise thought to himself. This was discarded when he saw the boy deliver a second blow with his right fist, this time without enhancement. Blaise was scared, as he thought the student would have broken his arm from the momentum. He remained silent when he saw "Red" give a powerful jump with his left leg; the fist was just a distraction to unnerve "Blue."
?"Red" was propelled upward by the force exerted by his leg, where with a quick and precise movement, he delivered a direct kick to "Blue's" torso. Amidst a column of dark gray steam, "Blue" was almost knocked to the ground. Even exhausted, "Blue" stood up while dispersing his steam.
?It was possible to see, for the other students observing the combat, how "Red" was lying unconscious on the ground. They didn't know what had happened; they didn't manage to see the outcome of the fight.
?Blaise, surprised, managed to see what had happened. "Before being hit, 'Blue' covered the blow with both arms, then opened his mouth and released a kind of dark gray steam. He grabbed 'Red's' leg with both broken arms, spat dark gray steam in 'Red's' face which automatically rendered him unconscious..."
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?"Is that how you managed to win, huh? That was a dirty trick." A man near Blaise heard the conversation. It was a professor.
?The average-height blonde man looked at Blaise, who was through the glass, with his light blue eyes. "Did you see that combat? You must be an experienced fighter." Blaise, surprised at being discovered, looked at the professor's badge: "Luke..."
?"Even so, you shouldn't be spying like this," Luke said casually. "You should leave this place as soon as possible, I won't tell anyone. Maybe we'll meet another time, and you don't seem weak." When Luke realized what he was saying, Blaise had already left.
?"I have no interest in being scolded by a professor again, I had plenty of that in school," as he remembered his teacher's sermons. When he was young, Axia was a problematic but very good boy in school, a student who, despite getting into fights with classmates, was also the best. Nostalgically remembering his old memories, mixed with Blaise's.
?Walking near the academy, Blaise ran into Lucius's aggressors. These boys were laughing so carelessly that it seemed irritating to him.
?With a mischievous expression on his face, Blaise decides to vent a little on some "scared children," referring to Lucius's bullies.
?He nicknamed the tallest one "1," the medium one "2," and the shortest one "3."
?Thus, Blaise approached the three boys to propose a fight. They, unexpectedly, accepted the combat. "1" decided to set rules for their confrontation:
- ?"No hitting after surrender."
- ?"1 vs 1 combat."
- ?"No injuring or killing the opponent."
- ?"No using weapons."
?Blaise was surprised by these rules, as the bullies were setting rules for the encounter.
?Visibly stressed, Blaise decided to make the first attack, instantly knocking out the tallest brown-haired bully among them. "One, out."
?Dodging the blows of the other boys, Blaise positioned himself on the right side of "2." The blue-haired bully couldn't react when Blaise placed himself behind him. Grabbing his belt, Blaise took "2" and with enormous strength slammed him onto the ground.
?Turning his head to see "3," Blaise kicked the ground to instantly reach "3," burying his leg into his ribs. "3" spat saliva before falling to his knees on the ground.
?"Now, boy, tell me everything you know about Lucius," Blaise said, looking down at the nearly unconscious young binder.
?Stuttering and almost losing consciousness, "3" told Blaise: "Lucius, that boy wants to revive his family using black magic. That's not allowed in the academy, everyone knows it but no one does anything to punish that bast—." Unable to finish the sentence, Blaise, tired of the situation, delivered a kick to his solar plexus, which rendered the young binder completely unconscious.
?"From magic to black magic, this new world is truly full of wonders," Blaise thought.
?Walking toward the library, Blaise had in mind to study a little about black magic. Anyway, if some evil spirit wanted to possess his body, he had his "sword."
?Entering the Rena city library, Blaise found no books specializing in black magic. "Forbidden magic? Like in my web novels! I know where to look." Blaise approached the magic books, where he grabbed a book from the high corner of the shelf.
?The book was originally brown, but it had an old, worn color, as if no one had touched it in years. Dusting off the book, Blaise read the book's title: "Magic That Isn't Dark." "Antiphrasis? Do you think I'm stupid, idiot?" Blaise said, mocking the unknown author.
?"Well, that was easy, now I have to read this book." The book that seemed long only contained two sheets of content, as everything else had been torn out or ruined by someone.
?"Two sheets, what the hell am I going to do with two damn sheets!"
?The important content of the sheets was:
- ?Black magic is magic, with malicious power that makes it more effective and corrosive for the mage.
- ?"With more difficult rituals and in a strange, unspecified language."
- ?"It is possible for misfortunes to occur near where black magic was used."
- ?"The wielder suffers both physical and mental damage, may change tastes, not distinguish between emotions, cause color blindness, or even in extreme cases change the position of your arms for your legs."
?With this, Blaise was ready to give Lucius a sermon when he saw him. "If this boy is really doing that, he will have to learn the hard way." As he thought that, he saw Lucius walk past him with some books. Lucius was running hurriedly toward some place unknown to Blaise.
?In a loud voice, Blaise said: "Well, well, who do we have here. Luci—." "No, it would be a better idea to see where this boy is going," Blaise thought, as he slowed his pace toward Lucius.
?As Blaise chased Lucius, he saw him stop and lock himself in an old abandoned house on the outskirts of Rena city. He decided to come out of his hiding place. Arriving behind Lucius, Blaise asked him exactly what he was doing.
?Lucius tried to lie to him: "I already know, you don't have to hide it from me."
?Seeing the seriousness on the attractive dark blue-haired boy's face, Lucius decided to reveal the truth to Blaise.
?"My family fell into disgrace due to a group of disastrous coincidences. In my generation, my father went crazy and stabbed my mother to death before committing suicide when I was six years old, before I could learn about the family bond. That's why I want to make use of the only family artifact I have left, the spellbook. I know it contains how to bind your soul to the family bond. I need to do it to recover my family's honor."
?"Lucius, that's very wrong, but I owe you a favor, and for my pride, I won't let you down, friend. What do you need?"
?"I need to decipher a riddle in an unknown language, that's what I'm trying to study. I need to understand it to fulfill the ritual."
?Blaise, looking into Lucius's black eyes, said: "Maybe I know what it says or I can help you understand it."
?Lucius handed the book to Blaise. The first thing he read left him shocked: English. The text was written in English. "Damn, this is strange, wasn't I the only one transported to this fantasy place?" Blaise thought while calming his protagonist syndrome.
?"If you are reading this it is because you also come from Earth. Hello, I'm Jack Decarnell, oh, this is my name in this world. I don't have time to write much here, my life is ending. I don't want the main bond of the Decarnell family to be lost, please, if you are reading this, you have to give this information to someone who is an heir to this bond. This message will erase when you finish reading it."
?"The wings of a white dove, a chaos stone bathed in bat's blood and say the following words: Pillar of luck and right companion, helper of talents, the visitor," Blaise said out loud, with a sad look in his dark blue eyes.
?When he said this, the message in the book disappeared. Lucius, unaware of the book's knowledge, was shocked by the disappearance of the message. He said nothing out of fear, but he was also doubting Blaise.
?When he heard Blaise say: "Those are the ingredients and binding ritual of your family bond, I don't have to repeat them to you, Lucius."
?Looking at the book, Blaise let out a groan into the air and turned his back on Lucius as he dropped the book onto the noisy wooden floor of the abandoned house.
?"This is not a game, definitely something is happening here. They are not going to invoke me or come out of nowhere, I need to find out what the hell is going on here," Blaise thought to himself as he left the house.