"So, this is how you train?" I asked, sceptical about what he's doing.
In the middle of a room there resides a man in a school uniform, sitting but drenched in sweat.
He opened his eyes and looked at me sceptically.
"What are you doing here Elise?" He asked me, purely out of curiousity.
"I just wanted to say hello and want to keep tract of progress of my group mate," I replied, naturally. "Besides, you don't have any compatibility with group activities, right? Reinhardt?"
After what I've said, he stared at me for a couple of seconds before ignoring and continuing his "training" again.
"Hey! I'm talking to you you know!" I exclaimed, a bit furious from his dubious actions.
"Can you not disturb me?" He replied, seemingly annoyed. "I'm training here."
"What kind of training is sitting on the ground and pondering about what to eat later?!!" I said with every little bit of sarcasm I had left for this guy.
After what I've said, he uncharacteristically stopped closing his eyes and started to ponder quite literally.
"I suppose it doesn't hurt to tell you," he murmured. "Do you know anything about immersion training?"
"No? What's that?" I replied, now curious what he's up to.
"Immersion training is a type of training that can bend your mana into your will," He said, before standing up and walking towards a real chair. "You have something to live for, or a goal of some sort?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course I do, I've always told you my dream right?" Is Reinhardt on his right mind? No, of course he isn't.
He ignored my tantrum and continued explaining anyways.
"What this training does is it enhances your capabilities depending on what your [Beliefs] are. If you want to help everyone, your powers will transform into that of a priest, if you hate everyone, it will turn into something destructive, and so on and so forth," he explained, but I'm still having doubts.
"Does that actually work?"
"Yes, but people don't realise it does. Have you ever wondered why your magic specialty is water even though you came from an Earth specialised family?" He cleverly replied, now that I think about it, he's right.
Normal civilians usually awaken at the age of 3-6, where the peak of imagination of a human child is.
I think Reinhardt's theory of immersion comes to play here.
A child whose immersed in his own fantasy is bound to have a power similar as of that.
This is not a mere assumption. Statistics have proven that 80% of the kids who wants to be a hero gained hero like abilities. Those who were born from clans that specialise in a specific magic would also naturally gain something similar.
A prime example is Eris, who has a fire like abilities due to how her clan treated her, and how she saw the world in the perspective of "fire."
If all of this are true, isn't it a mind blowing discovery?
I looked at him in shock, this "immersion" training just fits way too perfectly in some cases that humanity hasn't able to solve for hundreds of years.
"Hey, don't look at me like a creep, it's uncomfortable," he jokingly said.
"Who would look at you like a creep when you're one!" I shouted, realising that I've been staring. "But still, isn't this a ground breaking theory? Why just use it in training?"
"Theory?" He asked, confused written on his face. "I don't know what misunderstanding is happening inside of you right now but... It isn't that simple," he said, following with a complicated expression.
"This... kind of training enhances your main abilities by simply thinking about your main goal or belief, but it isn't without a cost. The more someone strengthen themselves like this, the more they lose their origins, or sanity in a sense."
I tilted my head, hearing his answer. Now everything started to makes sense.
"So that's why you're so retarted," I murmured, clasping my hands together as if the stars have aligned themselves. He seems not to mind my obvious facts though. "But wait, your dream is to protect humanity from the demons right? Then why are your capabilities is that of an assassin?"
To that question, he just made a self mocking smile.
***
Alright, let's stop the pov above, Reinhardt might reveal some important plot points in the future.
What? It was getting interesting? Surely not, since the author wrote it whilst half asleep.
"Let me explain the rules ones more," our teacher said on the top of the podium.
Oh, since I was being delusional, I forgot what was Originally happening.
We're now inside a room, a teleportation room to be precise.
A week passed by in a chapter and all of our team did is practice and prepare for the upcoming event.
Tons of mobs and characters alike are also here, reaching hundreds. Specifically 500 people.
Of course, My mob friend and our new recruit is here, ready to engage.
Honestly, I wonder how I managed to convince them with my plan, but since I offscreened that interaction, we will never know.
"The strongest monster detected in the vicinity of the venue will be marked as the boss monster," Our teacher said, starting to lengthen our chapter today. "This boss monster is worth 1000 points, but it's possible to pass without ever killing it.
There are around 35 monsters at 3 stars foundation, which will gain your team 600 points if you defeat it.
50 -3 stars foundation, which will gain you 400 points.
200 +2 stars foundation monsters, which will gain you 200 points
And 1000 -2 stars foundation monsters, their value will be at 100 points."
"How much points is defeating other groups?" One of the students asked.
The teacher smirked at his response.
"Defeating another group will let you gain 40% of their obtained points. We changed it to this at the last minute since we thought of giving the losing groups a chance to catch up, and avoid group hunting. I assume all of you don't have anything to say about it right?" He finished his explanation.
Maybe it's my imagination, but almost all the students was shocked from his words.
Wait, seriously? We're the only group that read the terms and conditions? Oh come on, that one's on you guys.
"Wait, 40%? That just made our dogshit strategy a bit more viable..." our new recruit muttered besides me.
Hey! Are you insulting me! But since your my groupmate, I'll give you a pass.
"For the food and rations, you students will provide your own. Are there any more questions?" Our advicer asked, having an aura of "ask and your dead," so of course, no one dared to question him.
"Well, if that's the case, then good luck," he ominously stated, as the teleportation magic commenced.