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  A few minutes after Zoeske ran away from his village, Manma screamed, asking Binkines to come. Binkines thought she had noticed Zoeske running away. Thus, she felt nervous and hurriedly ran to her. She said, "Yes?"

  "We have found a fainted traveler in the road beside our farms, and we discovered that he has a magical diseas," Manma said. "It's the proper time for you to learn the basics of magic. However, be aware not to dedicate any extra time for self learning in magic beyond what you will learn. It is prohibited to improve your magic to an unnecessary level."

  Binkines started to sweat: because it's hard to believe that a high level of magic is an unnecessary. She tried to be calm and understanding of their position as a slave-like civilians. She responded, "Understood."

  "Follow me," Manma said.

  Both walked to Manma's old room. Binkines kept looking around, noticing many weird scripts in the walls. Slowly, Manma bent forward to grab a book under the bookshelf. She then walked back to the living room and placed the book on the tea table, where she usually sits.

  "What is this book about?" Binkines asked.

  "It is an old version of an academic magical school," Manma answered with excitement evident on her face. "It teaches you the basics of magic. I want you to read it, and by tomorrow night, I will test you."

  "Tomorrow?" Binkines wondered out of shock. "judging from its size, it probably contain more than five hundred pages."

  "The first one hundred pages are enough for now," Manma said.

  "Uh, really?" Binkines mumbled and maintained a fake smile.

  Binkines left Manma's house, walked to her house, specifically to her own room, opened the book, and read it with a great curiousity. Although, it was about the basics of magic. She barely comprehend the first ten pages. It was extremely hard and made zero sense to her, which forced her to rereading the first ten pages over and over until she comprehended the context.

  The day had finished in the blink of an eye and Binkines had just finished reading 40 pages. She complained the next morning, "It's just getting harder the more I read it. I don't want to learn magic anymore, and I just have until night to read the remaining sixty pages."

  Suddenly, her room's door was slowly opened. Manma gave her a quick visit. She said, "How many pages have you read?"

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  "Oh, Grandma Manma!" Binkines said, surprised. She sat steadily after she saw Manma walking into her room. "I've just read forty pages."

  "Impressive," Manma said with eyes like owls. "It is beyond my expectations."

  "What do you mean?" Binkines questioned.

  "It's impossible for you to grasp the hundred pages," Manma said. "So, I tricked you into doing your best by giving you this impossible task, but you read more than what beginners usually do."

  "That was cruel," Binkines said with a puffy cheeks. "I really thought I will be punished this night."

  Manma smiled, then she asked "Tell me what have you understood?"

  "In this universe, the existence of any object, including us, contain magical energy," Binkines said. "It means beside our existance as a physical body with mass, we also have soul and magical energy that both grow separately from our physical body, which is the reason why explorers can train themselves to use an immense amount of magical energy for their own abilities or even basic abilities. I've learned also that we can't control our magic unless we control our imagination."

  "So, I assume you know what is your next step?" Manma asked.

  "Practicing imagination," Binkines answered.

  Manma was proud of Binkines' achievements. She suggested, "when I started practicing imaginatiom, I've alway imagined touching hot men and ..."

  "Grandmaaa!" Binkines screamed. "Please leave. Don't tell me your nasty ways of practicing."

  Manma laughed and said, "Just kidding, but make sure you can imagine things as if they are real."

  "Got it," Binkines answered.

  A hand, and it was a warm hand, which Binkines was able to imagine perfectly. She practiced imagination for days until she was capable of feeling a fake warmth and the texture of the hand. During this time, Manma treated the patient with the magical disease. But she kept a few symptoms untreated for Binkines to practice. It was a long week of extremely intense practice for Binkines, that she almost felt losing control of her senses.

  "You seem tired," Manma said. She was sitting with Binkines in her room and holding her hand while watching the sunset from the window.

  "I'm fine," Binkines said.

  "That's enough, you spent almost eight days practicing so hard," Manma said. "You must rest until tomorrow."

  Binkines wanted to hear this, but her progress was slowing down lately. Which dissapointed her. She said, "Thank you."

  Looking at the sunset, Binkines' eyes slowly closed and opened to the sun rising again without sensing Manma around. She walked heavily to the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and lastly took a shower. With what seemed to smell like flowers, a bottle of magical extraction soap that vanished after one use slipped from her hand, leaving her washing herself with the harsh rock soap.

  In this world, magical productions are cheap due to their mass production and one-time use only. However, some magical productions like jewelry, drugs, drinks, and many other rare things are expensive. Some of these magical productions are considered legendary items that explorers are dying to get their hands on.

  After eating breakfast. Binkines mother said, "Don't wory Binky, even if you failed today, consider it as a lesson."

  "I will, thank you mom." Binkines said.

  She went to the village central building, where the villagers celebrate and pray. They allowed the patient to sleep there until he recovered. When she entered, she found Manma standing there beside the patient.

  "You ready?" Manma asked.

  "Yes," Binkines replied.

  "Let's start then," Manma announced.