It has been three days ever since Cliff started his magical training. For three days straight he has been removing the dirt inside of his circuits so that mana could flow more smoothly. However, he is unable to make any progress because of his curse that halves his mana pool.
"Have you made any progress yet, kid?"
The bald warrior patted Cliff's head. Both of them can be located near a waterfall, brushing their teeth with wooden toothbrushes. The lad took a look at the kid's face and saw his eyes covered with eyebags.
"K-kid, you didn't experience that during my training– how come you look more tired?" Enrid worriedly stated. He knows that his training has been tough and harsh, yet Cliff endured all of that for 2 whole weeks without looking THAT miserable.
"Magic…"
Cliff muttered something under his breath. It seems that this kid is still half-asleep, and he hasn't even noticed it himself yet that he is.
