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Chapter 37 - Special Class.

POV: HELENA IVYRA.

I walked up to the training platform, feeling the usual mix of anticipation and nerves.

Professor Miguel stood there, his posture impeccable and a subtle smile on his lips that promised more muscle aches than a peaceful breakfast.

Beside me stood Renata, eyes fixed on the court, energy already pulsing lightly in her wrists.

'Alright, Helena, no slacking off today…'

No glass cannon this time… I needed to learn the spells as the professor had taught.

The last classes had been a mix of theory and practice. 

Miguel pushed us beyond our limits, not with brutality, but with a relentless logic that made me question if I really understood what domination meant.

Today, the focus was energy efficiency, a crucial point he'd emphasized after our latest combat sessions.

"We need to learn how to optimize every QP," he would say, that calm voice making his words sound like sentences carved in stone. 

"It's not about how hard you hit, but how smartly you use your strength"

He instructed us to create spells in the most basic ways, like a small hexagonal platform, for example. But the difference was to use as little QP as possible.

It seemed simple, but it was a hell of concentration.

I felt my Literary Mark, the Axiomatic Tessellation, glow light blue on my right wrist as I tried to visualize the perfect geometry with the least energy.

It was like trying to draw a perfect circle without lifting the pen from the paper, but with your eyes blindfolded.

Every oscillation in my mind translated into a shaky edge or excessive glow, which eventually broke the construct.

"Less is more, Helena," the professor pointed, not even needing to look at me. "Try to feel the flow, don't force it. Energy is a bonsai, not a raging wildfire"

Renata, with her Dreamer's Essence and Oneiric Reservoir, seemed to have a natural advantage in this.

Her spells were, by nature, subtler and required more refined energy manipulation.

She created a small translucent mist that danced in the air with impressive lightness, almost no perceptible QP expense.

I watched her, a mixture of admiration and a hint of envy. It was almost unfair how fluid her energy was.

"How does she do that?"

I let go of my frustration as my hexagon pulsed with an annoyingly strong energy.

"It's her Oneiric Reservoir," Miguel replied, as if reading my thoughts with that irritating sharpness. 

"Her ability to store dream energy gives her a more stable base. But don't compare yourself"

With each attempt, I felt my forehead furrow even more.

It was as if my brain was trying to do complex calculations in real time, each of Euclid's axioms turning into a variable in the efficiency equation. 

To improve the resistance and versatility of constructs required meticulous control of energy.

"Remember this: each user's powers depend on creativity and observation, especially, we must visualize the summon through our senses so that it materializes properly" 

Miguel commented, unintentionally interrupting my line of thought..

"When we use our powers, whether analogically or literally, we plant a seed in our creativity, which is the idea of our summon. The more QP we put into it, the bigger its growth will be"

I felt the concentration of energy Miguel had just gathered in his left wrist, and moments later, an energy arm appeared at his right side, sporting the colors from Diamond of Mines.

"However, it's important to know how to prune the resulting tree in both size and branches"

He had only partially activated the summon. Just enough to create his arm, not the entire avatar.

That way, he used it to grab a water bottle from the floor without bending down.

He took it with his left hand, and using the energy arm, opened it effortlessly. 

All the while, he kept his right arm behind him, without even moving it.

"Do you get the idea?" he commented as he dismissed the summons. 

"Some spells can be as simple and small as a seedling, others can be methodically pruned and calculated in size, like a bonsai…"

As if having a lightbulb moment, I decided to ask a question.

"Is it about understanding your goal with the spell and dosing your energy accordingly?"

I noticed he gave a half smile before turning and taking a few steps toward the exit of the court.

"That's exactly it, for today the control training is over," he announced. "You made notable progress, go rest a bit…"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of imperfect hexagons and inconsistent mists, Miguel let us go with a sign of satisfaction about the result of the class.

I felt a sigh of relief escape, but also a tingling of pride.

It was good to be recognized, especially by someone so demanding and with such an impressive résumé.

He reminded me that my goal of becoming an academic and physicist wasn't as crazy as it seemed in school.

For now, I could set those thoughts aside and go rest.

POV: MIGUEL CASTRO.

I watched them from the side of the platform, arms crossed, eyes fixed on every movement. Helena and Renata together were a fascinating enigma.

Separated, a case study in raw potential and refinement.

Today, the focus was energy efficiency, a concept many mages took years to master, and most SFR recruits didn't even fully understand.

My designation at SFR for this mission was clear: monitor Helena and the nature of the S spell, and investigate the impacts of the new drug in circulation.

But the more I watched them, the more my professional convictions deepened. It wasn't just surveillance; it was acknowledging a rare talent.

Helena, with her Axiomatic Tessellation, was a spectacle of malleability. 

Her hands traced geometric patterns in the air, each hexagon, each line, a test of her concentration.

She was still struggling with the tendency to use too much energy, as the "glass cannon", but today, her determination to prune her bonsai was palpable.

Renata, on the other hand, was the perfect case study in intrinsic control. Her Dreamer's Essence and Oneiric Reservoir allowed her to manipulate energy with an almost ethereal delicacy.

She didn't have Helena's versatility, but the cohesion of her spells was something that demanded respect and close attention.

'Indeed, today was a special lesson…'

I had already put their names as possible future SFR agents in my initial report to HQ, but with each class, my certainty grew.

Not just possible, but definitely necessary.

Both had a talent that, well guided, could rival many veterans agents.

When the class ended, they deactivated their spells, and I instructed them to fetch water while I tidied up the materials on the court.

They nodded, still out of breath, but with the shine of satisfaction in their eyes.

As I watched them walk toward the water fountain, the sound of voices from a group of students passing by in the hallway caught my attention.

They weren't the innocent voices you'd expect in a school, but a tone of malice and contempt that made me wary.

"Look, it's the Unicorns," I heard one of them mock, his voice dripping with scorn.

"Damn autistics get special treatment before the test…"

My fists clenched instinctively.

Those words, said so easily, gnawed at my soul.

They were just teenagers… but so cold and petty like that?

'This place is strange…'

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