I'm sorry, dear.' Salaark and Leegaain, the "G.o.ds" Aran had just invoked, replied in unison. 'We can't help you but know that we believe in you. Don't give up.'
Were you listening to me the whole time?' Aran blushed up to his ears in
embarra.s.sment.
'No, but if you call our names from so close, we can't help but hear you.' The Guardians replied. 'Don't worry. We won't tell your parents of all the swear words you've learned.' 'Dammit! I had forgotten that Grandma and Grandpa are G.o.ds. Guardians. The thing people pray to.' Aran inwardly whined.
'More training, less whining, young man.' Leegaain said. 'You are wasting precious time. Tomorrow waits for no one.'
'Yes, Grandpa.'Aran nodded, still freaked out someone had actually answered his prayers.
After he managed to calm down, he started to study the problem instead of blindly tackling it.
At this point, all the things I've done to achieve the first and second steps are no longer useful. I need something new. Something I'm missing. The problem is I have no idea what it is.' Aran thought.
He studied the blazing fire and then tried to make contact with it with his mana. This time it was just contact, not control. Nothing happened anyway.
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