In another world as my waifu #2: DDD GIFT

Chapter 95: A pursuit turned melody.

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The Prodigy.

Mikael.

Younger than me by two years, he  skipped grades and entered directly into my advanced grade after the entrance exams.

Not only that, he was quick to trample all over my efforts in both inside and outside class with his own performance.

No matter in which subject I tried my best at.

Enchanting.

"He is correct, but if we adjust this, we can get an improvement in the overall performance."

Offensive magic.

"Triple casting is a must for all casters who wish to survive in the battlefield, double casting is not going to cut it."

Support magic.

"That spell is interesting but the efficiency of it worries me, have you rechecked your data, Joseph?"

Defensive magic.

"That is quite the impressive barrier but there is always a weak point, one that can be exploited if one can achieve a high enough magic resonance, like this..."

Arcane theory.

"Teacher, those numbers, although correct, are not ones that can properly achieve the goal of increasing the overall performance of the spell. I suggest a reassessment of the arcane formula being used there. It's surprising my classmate, Joseph, didn't catch this..."

Arcane history.

"Indeed, the date the first continuous enchantment circuit was introduced to the world was that one, but there are some mentions of them in one book dating to the ancient age here in the library. They are not called by that name, however, so it is understandable to make that mistake. I posit that it should be called a 'reintroduction' rather than an 'introduction'."

And many more that the monsters who are using his skin are sure to mention just as they did with these.

Opening their mouths one after the other, letting out such whispers as the melody keeps making me relive those memories.

Memories of being surpassed.

Beaten.

Yes, just as the highs are beating the lows in this clash of sounds that makes up the current verse.

Overshadowing them.

Muting them.

Muting me.

It was not long before the teachers began showing a faint glow of pity in their eyes as they saw me try my best just to keep up.

To fight against what they saw as a mountain.

But I wasn't giving up.

I couldn't give up.

To give up meant I was throwing another sculpted path away.

Even if it was given...forced on me.

To give up meant that I would be left with nothing.

Just like the sudden silence that has taken over the melody.

No, its volume has simply gone down to an almost inaudible point but is still there.

"Mn...!"

And this feeling...I see, so I was right, the thing behind the wall has indeed taken more of my mana right now. But it still has lost half of it.