The club building at dawn.
Mornings in Shinonome School Park are always filled with noise and fighting spirit, especially in the clubs that believe in strength.
And in the farthest corner, the most dilapidated classroom 201, there were only two figures.
Funk stood beside the podium, neatly spreading out dozens of blank pieces of magic paper.
Rhine stood in the back row, stretching his muscles and yawning as he looked at the "Minister" in front of him.
"Hey, are you sure we're not here to write calligraphy?"
"Practice those fancy paper gadgets, can you beat the monsters in the fighting department?"
Ignoring his taunts, Funk replied calmly:
"If you want to win, you must first understand the logic of magic."
"Logic?"
Funk nodded.
"Magic is not a move, but a reconstruction of thought.
Every piece of paper, every spell, every structure is an extension of the mind.
Only when you have a clear enough understanding of the [Formation Composition] can you instantly use it in battle. "
With a wave of his hand, several pieces of paper automatically lined up to form a [Traction] base array, spinning slowly in the air.
"Look at the papers - they're not carriers, they're detonators."
Rhine scratched his head with a candy bar in his mouth.
"I don't understand."
Funk frowned, then pulled a base card from the pile of papers.
"Come on, fold this piece of paper like this."
He expertly folded it into a simple "rune anchor", which he used to focus on miniature spells.
Then he tossed it to Rhine.
Rhine clumsily folded it and failed.
The second time, he failed again.
"... Why is that thing so hard to break? "
Funk whispered: "This is the foundation - you can't even build the skeleton of magic, what kind of actual battle are you talking about?" "
Rhine gritted his teeth and tried again.
This time, he used brute force to rip the corners of the paper directly.
"..."
Feng Ke helplessly rubbed his eyebrows: "Don't think of it as fist practice, slow down." "
The two practiced repeatedly for a morning, with Rhine doing the origami and Funk explaining the structure.
By noon, Rhine's fingers had several red marks from the edge of the paper.
"Hey... Feng Ke, I really doubt that this is a secret book for cultivating immortals.
I didn't get so tired of beating five people in the martial arts club. "
Funk threw his torn "corpse paper" into the trash can beside him and replied:
"You're not joining a club, you're building a system.
You are a first generation member of the Magic Department, if you don't learn, who will? "
Rhine looked at the determined look in Funk's eyes and didn't speak for a while.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and picked up another piece of paper.
This time he didn't press harder.
Instead, he folded it slowly, aligning the angles little by little.
Finally -
Syllable!
The first properly structured [anchor paper] is born.
Funk took it and nodded, "It's usable. "
"And what's next?"
"Array links."
With a wave of his hand, Funk shows five pieces of paper linked together in a simple combo-like structure:
[Acceleration Array]-[Bounce Array]-[Compression Array]-[Release Array]-[Interrupt Array].
He explains: "The key to magic is not a one-hit kill, but a preset chain.
You'll learn to use these seemingly fragile runes to build combos and suppressions. "What about me?" Rhine asked, "I don't know." "You don't need to learn the full set - you're a martial magician. I'll hang the formation for you, you just need to activate the [Hanging Magic] in the middle of the battle. Funk handed over a piece of paper with silver runes on it. "This piece of paper is your first combat magic. I'll call it [Piercing Acceleration Array]. Rhine took it and stared at it for a long time. The corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled. "Finally sounds like a fighting club." Evening of the same day. Funk stood by the classroom window and watched the crowd slowly gather outside the club building. On the plaza, the fight between the martial arts and swordsmanship departments broke out. Dozens of people were watching and shouting incessantly. And at this moment, there were only two of them in the magic department. Funk thought to himself: "If we can only be seen by power, we will use magic to break through the boundaries of power." Rhine stood next to him, his hands in his pockets, nibbling at the last candy bar. "Hey, Funk." "Huh?" "Are you really going to make those stupid X's believe in magic?" Funk smiled faintly: "I don't need them to believe. - It's enough to make them lose once. Funk - Funk "Magic is not fantasy, it is the coldest calculation. As long as the formula is true, even fate can be subverted. "