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title: "Chapter 5: Encountering Magic (Part 5)"
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slug: "ch-5"
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novel: "Infinite Mage [Remake]"
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number: 1
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views: 2850000
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likes: 198000
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wordCount: 3600
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createdAt: "2020-01-17"
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---
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"Why do you ask?"
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"It’s not that I want to do it, but there is a field I’m curious about."
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"Oh?"
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Shakora’s eyes gleamed with intrigue.
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From childhood, if she was taught one thing, she mastered a hundred. Whatever she pursued, she excelled.
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"Go on. Your father will support you fully."
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"No, I’m not saying I want to—just that I’m interested."
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"Then I’ll support that interest."
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Amy’s lips twisted bitterly.
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Of course. I already know.
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With the power and wealth of a first-tier noble family, nothing in this world was beyond reach.
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Expecting her parents to simply cheer her on like doting fools was nothing but childish selfishness.
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I have no choice but to accept.
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Only after being humbled by commoners did she realize how petty it was to deny the Karmis family’s influence.
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I’ll become the best.
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Having made her decision, Amy spoke.
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"Magic."
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"Huh? What?"
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"If you know anyone at the magic academy, introduce me."
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Shirone kept silent about what had happened in the city.
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This wasn’t a simple matter. If he spoke up, he’d have to explain everything—including the incident at the magic academy.
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He already understood just how extraordinary that day had been.
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Whether it was a blessing or a curse, one thing was certain: once that line was crossed, there was no going back.
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Geniuses know they’re geniuses. And Shirone had vaguely sensed since childhood that he was different.
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He never felt superior, but his desire to surpass his own limits burned fiercer than anyone’s.
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Yet he couldn’t show it.
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His parents were the most precious people in his world. Even in poverty, they never forced him down a wrong path—so the last thing he wanted was to burden them.
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Life continued as usual.
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He helped his mother with chores, and in the afternoons, he went to the nearby forest to chop wood.
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But most of his time there wasn’t spent swinging an axe—it was spent in meditation.
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Ever since his awakening, Shirone had secretly trained in the Spirit Zone without missing a single day.
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By the time a month passed, his speed in entering the Spirit Zone had improved dramatically.
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But not everything came easily.
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No matter how familiar he became with the Spirit Zone, he couldn’t recreate the magic he’d cast in that alley.
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Of course not.
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That magic had been born from desperation—an unconscious surge of power.
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Even if he replicated the same situation, the same emotions, knowing he’d succeeded once made imitation impossible.
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To cast magic rationally, I’d need to understand every step of the process—beyond just insight.
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But Shirone, with no formal training, had no way to learn.
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Instead, he obsessively honed the one thing he could do: the Spirit Zone.
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After meditation, he practiced Thunder Strikes.
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Unlike before, once he began consciously attempting them, his success rate dropped.
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The power of insight is incredible.
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Sometimes, beginners succeed not through knowledge, but sheer instinct.
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But unlike magic, chopping wood allowed for endless repetition.
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Shirone corrected his mistakes one by one, swinging his axe dozens of times.
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CRACK!
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The tree fell with a satisfying crash.
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But Shirone showed neither joy nor satisfaction—just calm focus as he began sawing.
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He’d found an error. He’d fixed it. That was all.
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"Tomorrow, and then tomorrow again."
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He repeated the basics, over and over.
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For the day my chance comes.
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As he carried the wood home, Shirone’s gaze burned brighter than ever. |