[Day 7]
It has been a week since I started my new life in this mysterious world.
And I do not know a thing of where exactly I am yet!
Well, I have to grow stronger and find out.
For now, I have been caging myself in this little cave while practicing magic.
I practiced magic all day long yesterday and went to sleep, and now I am awake again, with most of the mana recovered.
Although I practiced for hours, I have barely managed to create something else than a stick of ice that cannot pierce anything.
Seriously, it falls into the floor and it immediately shatters.
Just how bad am I at magic?
However, I do not want to give up yet.
I have been eating the rabbit ’s veeeeery slowly, while also eating snow to fill my stomach, so I think I can keep up for a bit more.
Also, my leg is finally about to heal itself, and the wound in my stomach has fully closed.
I constantly licked it so it would not get infections, and it seems to have worked.
There was another wound in my back, but that one healed a bit before the stomach one.
Things are getting slightly better.
Now, I have to keep practicing magic.
I once more control the mana around my body and my Mana Core and slowly extract it into the outside world.
I begin to pour my intent and imagination into it.
Knife, knife, knife, knife.
I imagine the knife.
I want a sharp and strong ice knife that I can launch at my enemy ’s eyes.
I know I cannot make anything bigger because it would cost too much mana.
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But a little knife I can create several times in a row would be enough for me.
So I begin imagining it.
I even begin embodying the knife within my mind.
I am the bone of my knife.
Ice is my body, and snow is my blood.
I have created over a thousand knives.
Unknown to Death.
Nor known to Life.