Mythshaper

Chapter 51: Feast

After wasting a couple of hours, I realised it was impractical to practise Arcane Resistance using my own essence. I'd hoped to do so in a safe environment, just what I employ for training Eran, but it turned out to be near impossible.

All my training with Kinetic Force yielded lacklustre results, and I was not keen on trying it with Fire shaping. By the time Eran received ten points in the way of Arcane Resistance, I barely gained one.

Then I wondered, if my body truly became resistant to my own essence, I wasn’t sure how that would affect my other abilities.

Thankfully, I wasn't at a complete loss. I simply needed to teach Diana the shaping weaves so she could help me with the practice. As long as it wasn't pain tolerance, I didn't think Mum would mind too much.

For now, I was doing a one-legged creep, with brick-sized blocks of stone dangling on either side, held by my essence threads. The institution had hurdle runs and special boots designed to trip you up, even when you were paying attention, all to better train your balance. But those exercises didn't usually allow me to practise my other skills at the same time. And now, with all the legionaries and guildsmen occupying the place, I couldn't even access them. But the training must go on.

I'd have to invent some clever or ridiculous tricks to make it challenging, or do two or more things at once. Sometimes, I even employed foundational exercises with the bricks

"When are you going to the feast?" Eran asked, jumping up from his momentary rest.

I looked towards the mountains. The sun had already fully risen while we'd been busy practising.

"After this, I suppose," I said, pointing at myself.

After the company returned from their successful expedition, they announced a feast on the institution grounds to celebrate their victory, but I was sure there was more to it than that. For one, they'd invited all the institution's pupils, along with their immediate guardians–easily over two hundred people. Organising a feast for that many people on the fly wasn't easy. But apparently, the guild or the legion–whichever had planned it–had been prepared from the beginning.

Secondly, the expedition's result wasn't as stellar as they were making out, according to Father. True, they'd emerged unharmed, which was quite rare, but that was mainly because they hadn't had to enter the rift. The problem seemed to have resolved itself, somehow, though both the guild and the legion had left a team behind to monitor for anything going awry once again.