Back in her own yard, Ruiji leaned her broom against the wall casually, and sat in the viewing corridor at the door of her bedroom to flip through the level 2 magic book she had just bought. The 12,000 yen gold content is incomparable to ordinary teaching materials, and it is published by the most famous publishing house today, the Middle School Museum, and the quality is much higher than that of other miscellaneous teaching materials.

Although the final exam examines attribute magic, other practical and auxiliary magic, and miscellaneous items may also be included in the scope of the exam.

For example, spell writing, spell demonstrations, refining potions in front of the examiner for a limited time, riding tests, and PVP combat tests.

The final exam for the main subject of magic is counted as 100 points.

The written part is fair, and all witches do the same questions. The written test only accounts for 50 points, and the remaining 50 points are randomly selected from the above major items, and the most classic card drawing system is adopted.

Each witch draws twice, and the items drawn are the final exam questions. Draw on the spot, test on the spot, no one can know what kind of results they will achieve before the exam.

The scope of the exam is as vast as the sky and the ocean, but the capacity of his brain is only the size of a treasure bottle.

The first step in learning magic is to empty your brain, focus your attention in one place, and meditate hard. Meditation is very important for building the technique, using the fireball technique to appear in the brain to appear as a flame burning, the water polo technique is the appearance of water flowing, and the same is true for other spells.

Drawing on the greatest imagination can make the technique more precise, meditation is directly linked to the effect and intensity of magic, and a wrong or biased meditation will lead to impurities in the spell and affect the final manifestation.

As long as you learn how to meditate, improve your proficiency through repeated practice, and form muscle memory, basic magic rubbing will not be a problem. Ruiji can rub level 1 with his hands, and level 2 is not skilled enough.

2/3 of the books on level 2 spells in the house were taken to the fireplace to make a fire to keep warm by the previous Ruiji when the power went out in the winter, and now only a small half of the wreckage remains, and the contents are almost unrecognizable.

Taking the teaching materials issued by the school to make a fire to keep warm, he is indeed a talent, no wonder Jingliu is so angry.

Ruiji turned the title page and the illustration page to the main text. The first spell is a water-type spell, named [Turning Rain], according to the description in the book, it is to turn its own magic into water, and through reasonable spell construction, the water turned into magic power into more advanced forms, such as water mist, waterspouts and rain.

Today's witch world has solved the problem of drought, and there is no need for traditional artificial rainfall operations, fire special silver iodide cannonballs and dry ice into the sky, ask a big witch to stand in the area that needs rain, and perform a gorgeous [rain] magic, all problems will be solved.

Therefore, the agronomist witch, who mainly learns agricultural knowledge, must learn water-related magic, which is a mandatory rule of the Witch Association.

There are some lawns in the shrine garden, which are perfect for practicing water magic.

"Whew...... Now start meditating and empty your brain. ”

She exhaled a breath of turbid heat, ignoring the stinging sensation of hot beads of sweat running down the back of her neck and passing by mosquito-bitten bumps, and closed her eyes and meditated.

Witches who are not skilled enough in magic need to close their eyes to assist, and no one around them will see them anyway, so it won't be good if they close their eyes.

Ruiji imagined a refreshing torrential rain in his mind, with relatively gentle precipitation, caressing the turquoise grass beneath his feet. The process of meditation is the process of constructing the technique, and the clearer and more specific the picture, the more successful the construction of the technique.

The veins and muscles of the body flow with a light, strange warmth, like soaking in the natural hot spring pools of Mt. Hakone. The magic eventually flows to the fingertips and is thrown out of the body.

"Tick-"

"Tick-"

A few droplets of cool water fall from the sky.

A small patch of sky overhead appeared as dark clouds, and then a dense stream of rain fell through the clouds for two minutes. Ruiji stands in the limited edition rain curtain and enjoys the pleasure of being washed over his body by the rain.

The practice of rain magic is very successful, and it is basically used from the first contact, and there are no twists and turns in the process.

"Magic...... It doesn't seem that difficult. ”

Ruiji didn't have much confidence, and Turning Rain was one of the more difficult low-level magics, and he needed to meditate on the form, function, and voice at the same time, and the slightest distraction would lead to the failure of the spell construction.

She didn't spend much effort to finish the technique, so that a mini rain fell in the yard, and she inevitably felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart.

With examples of success the first time, the second and third times are easier and the magic is released faster. In the end, she didn't even have to close her eyes, the image of meditation came to her mind naturally, and then materialized through spells, the whole process took less than two minutes.

The blessing of talent makes complex things simple, and Ruiji strikes while the iron is hot and completes the study of more than a dozen level 2 magic in one go. These magic schools have been taught, leaving shallow memories in the brain.

Now the repeated practice is the process of deepening the memory, Ruiji's memory is good, and the things he has learned are basically not forgotten, and he will not forget the inner taste of the eyes.

The high-intensity practice must be accompanied by exhaustion, and the huge loss of mental energy makes her feel as tired as going to the construction site to move bricks for a day with her bare hands. The corridor of the house was cleaned, and Ruiji put his head on the pillow with sunscreen clothing and looked at the wooden eaves directly above the corridor.

A wind chime hangs under a beam, blown by the evening breeze with a tinkling crisp sound.

Ruiji fell asleep to the sound of wind chimes, and the red sun wheel sank to the west, leaving an orange-red halo in its path. The night can't wait to dispel the last rays of light and sprinkle its dim colors onto the sky.

Sakuma Shrine is unlit, like a huge beast sleeping in the dark.

Compared to the double-storey houses on the street in front of it, the area of the shrine is huge. Once he moved out of the Fujinaga Shrine opened by the side branch of the Fujinaga family, Sakuma Shrine only had the share of Wangyang's sigh, and even the little thumbs of others could not compare.

The sultry evening breeze weaved through the cloister, and there was a heavy footstep at the end of the stone path of the courtyard. The sound of footsteps and the grinding of iron alternates, and the frequency becomes more and more rapid.

A tall black shadow emerged from the dead end of the cloister, burning with an eerie blue-blue phosphorus fire.

A samurai dressed in armor from Japan's Sengoku period slowly walked along the stone path of the courtyard to the room where Ruiji was, with a clear goal. The samurai has a wakicha hanging from his waist, and his right hand holds a sword about 1.2 meters long.

The black armor filled the courtyard with a murderous aura.

Beneath the armor's pitch-black demon mask is a pair of eyes that shimmer red.