The conversation with Father lingered in my mind long after I stepped out of his study.
As the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind me, I looked down at the leather-bound journal resting in my hands.
It wasn’t merely a book.
It was the culmination of years of experience—filled with Father’s observations, countless experiments, and hard-earned lessons written by someone who had survived battles where a single mistake could have cost him his life.
I returned to my room, settled beside the window where the morning sunlight spilled across the floor, and carefully opened the first page.
Unlike ordinary textbooks, the handwriting was neat but personal.
Certain passages were underlined repeatedly, while the margins were filled with small notes, corrections, and additional insights, evidence that Father had continued refining his understanding over many years.
The opening chapter bore a simple title.
The Fundamentals of Rune Combat.
Rune Combat is the discipline of blending martial skill with runic invocation, allowing a mage to weave magic seamlessly into every movement.
I quietly read each sentence.
Traditional mages stood at the rear of battlefields, protected by warriors while they formed lengthy incantations.
Rune Combat was different.
A Rune Combatant fought among the clash of steel and the roar of magic itself.
They engraved runes in the middle of combat, activated them between attacks, and manipulated mana while their opponent attempted to kill them.
Every swing of a weapon had meaning.
Every step prepared another rune.
Every breath carried purpose.
There was no room for hesitation.
One misplaced stroke…
One moment of lost concentration…
…could decide whether the rune destroyed the enemy or its creator.
“…So that’s why Father trained both his body and magic equally.”
I couldn’t help but murmur to myself.
Everything finally made sense.
Father wasn’t simply a mage who happened to know swordsmanship.
He had become someone capable of turning every movement into a spell.
I continued reading.
The journal explained that Rune Combat rested upon three inseparable pillars.
The first was Knowledge.
A Rune Combatant could never rely solely on memorizing symbols.
Every rune possessed its own function, restrictions, strengths, weaknesses, and interactions with other runes.
Some combinations amplified one another beyond expectation, while others interfered so severely that the entire sequence collapsed.
Father even included sketches demonstrating failed combinations.
Several pages were blackened by scorch marks.
“…Did he really burn his own notebook while experimenting?”
I chuckled.
“So even Father made mistakes.”
It was strangely comforting.
The second pillar was Control.
Mana was described as a river.
Left alone, it always sought the easiest path, dispersing and weakening itself until the runes it powered became unstable.
The role of the mage was not merely to possess mana, but to guide it with unwavering precision.
Too much mana…
The rune shattered.
Too little…
It failed to activate altogether.
Efficiency, Father wrote, was more important than overwhelming power.
A battle rarely ended in a single exchange.
Those who wasted mana in the opening moments often found themselves exhausted long before the fighting truly began.
The third pillar was Application.
Knowledge without action was worthless.
Control without purpose was meaningless.
The battlefield was constantly changing.
An offensive rune might become useless against a faster opponent.
A defensive rune could become the key to victory if it bought enough time to prepare a more powerful inscription.
There was no such thing as a perfect rune.
Only the perfect rune for the situation.
That single sentence remained in my thoughts far longer than the others.
As I turned the page, another passage immediately caught my attention.
Rune Combat is not a collection of isolated techniques.
The words were written larger than everything else.
Father had underlined them three separate times.
Runes were meant to flow together.
A movement rune created an opening.
That opening allowed an attack rune to strike.
A defensive barrier existed only long enough to complete another inscription.
Every rune supported another, forming chains, patterns, and combinations that flowed together like an uninterrupted dance.
Veterans no longer thought about individual spells.
They thought in sequences.
Entire strategies condensed into instinct.
“…Amazing…”
I unconsciously whispered.
This wasn’t merely a fighting style.
It was an entirely different philosophy of combat.
The deeper I read, the more Father’s personality began to reveal itself between the lines.
Toward the latter half of the journal, the technical explanations gave way to personal advice.
Unlike the previous pages, these weren’t written as lessons.
They were written almost like a father speaking directly to his child.
Do not become intoxicated by power.
I paused.
The handwriting here appeared firmer than before.
The brightest runes often consume the greatest amount of mana, and the most destructive techniques frequently leave their wielder exposed.
There was another short pause before the next sentence.
As if Father had taken time to truly consider his words.
Remember this well.
The cleanest victory is rarely the most spectacular one.
“…”
For some reason, those words carried more weight than any explanation of mana theory.
I quietly continued.
Patience is your greatest ally.
There will come days when your mana refuses to obey…
when your inscriptions collapse moments before completion…
when every lesson feels impossible.
Do not mistake these failures for proof of inadequacy.
My eyes softened.
It almost felt as though Father knew exactly what I would experience.
Every master whose name is remembered today once struggled to draw even the simplest rune with steady hands.
Perseverance is the hidden rune that exists within every great mage.
I slowly closed the book.
“…That’s such a Father thing to write.”
A small smile naturally formed across my face.
This journal wasn’t simply a manual.
His failures.
His victories.
The countless lessons earned through years of battle.
And now…
He had entrusted all of it to me.
“…Thank you, Father.”
I gently placed a hand over the worn leather cover.
But despite everything I had learned, one thought remained firmly rooted in my heart.
Father’s Rune Combat belonged to Father.
I admired it.
I respected it.
I would undoubtedly learn from it.
But…
“I don’t want to become Father’s copy.”
I quietly looked toward the training grounds visible beyond my bedroom window.
“I want to create a style that’s mine.”
His experience would become my foundation.
His knowledge would guide me.
But my battles…
would be fought with my own imagination.
I wanted a style that reflected who I was.
One that blended Father’s teachings with my own creativity.
One that no one else in this world could imitate.
Only then could I truly call it my own Rune Combat.
Before I realized it, the sunlight had shifted across the room.
The golden rays that had entered through the window were now beginning to fade.
“…Already?”
I blinked in surprise before glancing at the clock hanging on the wall.
“It’s lunchtime.”
After carefully placing Father’s journal back on my desk, I headed downstairs.
The aroma of freshly prepared food greeted me before I even entered the dining room.
Mother was already arranging the dishes onto the table.
When she noticed me, her face brightened with a warm smile.
“There you are,” she said.
“I was wondering if that book had swallowed you whole.”
I laughed sheepishly as I took my seat.
“Sorry… I lost track of time.”
“I expected as much.”
She chuckled softly before glancing toward Father’s empty chair.
“Your father left a little while ago.”
“To meet someone?”
Mother nodded.
“He mentioned meeting an old companion from his adventuring days. If I remember correctly… they served together in the same guild many years ago.”
“So that’s where he went.”
Father rarely spoke about his time as an adventurer.
Perhaps the friend he was meeting was someone who had fought alongside him before I was even born.
Lunch itself was peaceful.
Mother occasionally asked about my studies, while I shared a few things I had learned from Father’s journal, careful not to spoil every detail.
Seeing her proud smile somehow made the meal taste even better.
Once lunch had ended, the afternoon was devoted to studying under Mother once again.
Unlike Father, whose lessons focused on battle, Mother’s teachings emphasized magical theory, history, language, and the principles behind mana itself.
The two of them truly complemented one another.
Father taught me how to survive.
Mother taught me how to understand.
Only after her lesson concluded did I finally receive the part of the day I had been anticipating the most.
My own time.
I returned to my room, placed Father’s journal beside several blank notebooks, and spread them across the desk.
A pen rested in my hand.
I looked at the empty page for several moments before writing a single sentence across the top.
Personal Rune Combat Research.
“…Let’s begin.”
I wasn’t simply going to memorize Father’s techniques.
I would study them.
Question them.
Improve upon them.
Experiment until I discovered combinations that suited me alone.
If Father’s Rune Combat was born from decades of experience…
Then mine would be forged through endless curiosity.
This was only the beginning.
The soft scratching of my pen echoed throughout the room as another page was filled with hastily drawn diagrams, rune formations, and scattered notes.
One idea after another flowed into my mind, refusing to let me rest.
Before I knew it, the blank sheets I had prepared had become a small mountain of concepts.
“…If I’m going to survive in this world, I can’t just rely on brute force.”
I leaned back in my chair, absentmindedly twirling my staff before resting it across my lap.
My gaze slowly traced the smooth surface of its polished shaft.
Unlike ordinary metal, this staff possessed an exceptional affinity for Ethernano, allowing magical energy to flow through it with astonishing efficiency.
It wasn’t merely a weapon; it was the perfect conduit.
A grin slowly crept onto my face.
“This… this might actually work.”
Putting my pen back into it, I began sketching intricate rune circles along the outline of the staff.
“If I engrave runes directly into the staff, the Ethernano should flow naturally through them. The activation speed would be faster, the output more stable… and I wouldn’t need to redraw the runes every single time.”
The more I thought about it, the more the pieces fell into place.
Close-quarters combat would remain simple.
“My staff is already my strongest weapon.”
Sweeping strikes.
Heavy overhead blows.
Thrusts aimed at vital points.
Wide circular sweeps capable of knocking multiple enemies off balance.
Every movement Father had drilled into my body would become the foundation of my fighting style.
Rune magic wasn’t meant to replace my martial skills, it would complement them.
“But what about enemies I can’t reach?”
I tapped the end of my pen against the table before quickly sketching another rune array.
“Rune Magic: Bolt.”
A simple offensive spell.
By engraving a rapid-casting rune sequence into the staff itself, I could unleash successive magical bolts with barely any preparation.
They wouldn’t possess overwhelming destructive power individually, but their speed and continuous barrage would pressure enemies from a distance.
“Fast… efficient… just enough to keep them from getting close.”
Still…
A mere barrage wouldn’t be enough against stronger monsters.
I frowned as another idea surfaced.
“If all that Ethernano could be compressed…”
Multiple circles.
Compression arrays.
Acceleration glyphs.
Stabilization runes.
The design gradually became denser with every stroke of the pen.
“Instead of firing Ethernano immediately…”
I murmured the idea aloud, watching it take shape on paper.
“…what if I force it into a single point first?”
The Ethernano would be compressed repeatedly until it reached its limit, stabilized just long enough to prevent collapse, and then released all at once through the staff.
A beam.
No…
A cannon.
My heartbeat quickened.
“…Rune Magic…”
I smiled.
“Ether Cannon.”
Just saying the name made it sound powerful.
Unlike ordinary magic bolts, Ether Cannon would sacrifice rapid fire for overwhelming destructive force.
The compressed Ethernano would erupt from the staff at incredible velocity, piercing through defenses with concentrated impact rather than explosive spread.
It was a technique built purely for decisive finishing blows.
“…Although if my calculations are wrong…”
I stared at the page for a moment.
“…I’d probably blow my own arms off.”
“…Let’s avoid that.”
I quietly wrote a large warning beside the design.
Extremely dangerous.
Test under Father’s supervision.
Satisfied, I turned the page.
“Now… defense.”
Offense alone wouldn’t keep me alive.
I began sketching another series of runes.
Barrier formations.
Layered reinforcement arrays.
Hexagonal patterns interlocking with one another.
A magical wall capable of intercepting attacks before they reached me.
“…Rune Magic: Barrier.”
But as I stared at the drawing, another thought crossed my mind.
“…Too slow.”
If I had to summon a barrier every single time, precious seconds would be wasted.
Seconds that could mean the difference between life and death.
“…Then…”
My eyes drifted toward the leather gloves resting beside the table.
“…Why not engrave the runes onto those instead?”
The idea clicked instantly.
Instead of preparing a large barrier every time, the runes engraved within the gloves could deploy a compact magical shield the moment Ethernano flowed into them.
A shield at my fingertips.
Fast, Reliable and Always ready.
“…Father would definitely approve.”
A faint smile appeared on my lips.
“No…”
I chuckled.
“He’d probably say, ‘A shield is only useful if you’re alive long enough to raise it.'”
I could almost hear his calm voice echoing in my head.
“Never underestimate defense, boy.”
“…Yeah.” I nodded to no one in particular.
“I haven’t forgotten.”
Truthfully, this entire concept had been inspired by him.
Watching Father effortlessly defend against attacks without wasting unnecessary movement had taught me that surviving a battle was often more important than ending it quickly.
Strength alone wasn’t enough.
The one left standing at the end was the true victor.
Time quietly slipped away as my thoughts continued to pour onto paper.
One page became five.
And then Five became ten.
The candle beside me had long since burned halfway down, its golden flame flickering gently against the room walls.
Outside the window, the chirping of insects had replaced the cheerful songs of birds, and the darkness beyond the glass had swallowed the last traces of daylight.
“…Huh?”
Only then did I finally look outside.
“…It’s already late night?”
I blinked in surprise before letting out a tired laugh.
“I really got carried away…”
Stretching my stiff shoulders, I glanced over the growing stack of papers scattered across the desk.
There were combat formations, rune combinations, weapon modifications, defensive mechanisms, and countless experimental theories waiting to be tested.
Unfortunately…
A sigh escaped my lips.
“…They’re only theories.”
Most of the rune formations required a level of magical control I simply didn’t possess yet.
Some demanded more Ethernano than my body could safely circulate, while others involved engraving techniques far beyond my current skill.
“I still have a long way to go.”
Carefully gathering the pages into a neat pile, I rested my hand on top of them.
“But…”
A determined smile slowly returned.
“They’re no longer just ideas floating around in my head.”
They had taken form.
And with Father’s knowledge of rune magic…
“…I’m sure we can make at least some of them a reality.”
Tomorrow, I’d show him everything.
Whether he praised the designs or pointed out every flaw with ruthless honesty…
Either way, I knew one thing for certain.
This was only the beginning.
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