Lich reborn as a magic school student

—————————————————[Kashra’s Pov]

Exiting out of the classroom, I meld into the shadows again. I send a mental transmission to Bluefang, “You and all the mages under you. I want you to gather at a place where I can train you. Send me the place through a message.” Then with that I walk through the shadows and with frightening speed reach my apartment.

Inside my apartment with the [Creation] spell, I create a bunch of scrolls, ink, and quills. Then I let my hands inscribe various spells unto the scrolls, each spell meticulously crafted and honed through centuries of warfare. These spells are what I used to train many elven hunters to become masterful bow-lords. There are those that allow one to attain further understanding of mana, and [Self Targeting Missiles] to allow one to train their reflexes, and finally a spell that manifests a nightmare swordsman to practice and bout.

With the last of the symbols committed to paper, I look at my phone and see a message from Bluefang. The message is the coordinates of the meeting place. I place the scrolls each in an appropriate case, and then let them meld into my shadow. With a final checkup, I create a [Gate] to the location. Stepping through the portal, I hear loud shouting, “Asshole how long is this so called ‘Big Boss’ gonna take!”

I look around. It is a decently large hall with a round table that has seven chairs, each one having someone already sitting. They quickly notice me and stare. Peering over the roster from left to right, I see. First, a man wearing a frown mask, then an old man in fancy clothes, and third of them is clad in armor made of stone, his face hidden. In the center, I see Bluefang, and to his left I see someone who I recognize. A classmate, but why is he here?

The remaining two are first a man in a snake leather suit, and finally a large and muscular man in a t-shirt. The large man is glaring at me, and he opens his mouth to say, “You the Big boss? Such a little kid?” I pay no mind to it, and walk to the end of the table. “I rule this place now. You have two choices, submit, or die.”

The man who was glaring at me gets up and walks over to me. He tries to intimidate me with just size. How laughable. After not showing any reaction, he states, “I am Hjeekv Ansivel’s Chosen. Unless you can beat me, you will rule over nobody here.” “So you have chosen death?” I ask, while raising one of my eyebrows. “Try me.” He states with arrogance.

“As. You. Wish.” With those words, he falls limb on the ground. After a couple of seconds, Bluefang gets up and asks with shock on his face, “What happened?” “It’s not poison.” The man in the snake leather suit states. “[Soul destruction], it’s a spell that destroys the target’s soul.” With that statement, another silence envelops the room.

“Oh, right, I need to get rid of the corpse.” I ponder aloud, and then casting [Anti-Creation] magic to silently to delete the corpse. “What was that?” My classmate asks with cold sweat falling down his face. “[Anti-Creation] magic. It’s quite rare, so you probably won’t see anyone else casting it.” I answer, and then get back to the point by stating, “Introduce yourselves unless some of you still wish to die.”

The man with the frown mask speaks up with a voice that even makes me feel depressed, “Happy.” “Oh, and include your innate magics, if any.” I add. Happy sighs, and continues, “Fog Magic.” Next, the man in the fancy clothes states, “Midas, and my magic is Telepathy.” “Warden, and I can manipulate stone.” A female voice echoes through the stone armor.

“Cottonmouth, and I make poisons.” The man in the snake leather suit says in a quiet voice. “Formless is what I’m called here, and my innate magics are two. Disruption, and understanding.” My classmate says. “And what’s your actual name. Or do you want me to call you formless in class?” I ask. “Reuben Davies.” He answers nervously. “Bluefang, Lycanthropy.” Bluefang states. “I already know.” I remind him.

“Then Happy, Midas and Cottonmouth, you don’t seem to be combatants. Here are scrolls that help you manipulate mana. Cast the spell, and you will suddenly feel dizzy, and after a while you will become more sensitive to mana for around thirty minutes. Use that time to practice magic.” I explain while placing a scroll case on the table. Then I divert my attention to the other three.

“Warden, and Bluefang. Here are scrolls that summon forth a swordsman. Fight it with all of your might to gain combat experience.” I say while placing another scroll case on the table. Then I look at Reuben. “Understanding you say?” I ask. “Yes? Is there something wrong with that?” He asks back. “I also have it. For you, take a scroll from each case and study it. Figure out how it works, and rewrite the formulas optimized for yourself.” I say while placing a third scroll case on the table.

“I… Rewrite them to be optimized for me? What does that mean?” He asks, baffled. “If you include into the spell formula details about your casting conditions such as speed, mana types, affinities, and such on the spell will be empowered, and faster to perform. Rather that having the mana figure out the details during the casting, it is better to include them in the formula.” I further elaborate.

I step back and watch as the others take out scrolls. The three with mana control scrolls will only properly start training in around five minutes when the spells activate, so I will pay attention to Warden and Bluefang. First of interest is Warden, as I don’t know about her abilities.

As the nightmare knight appears before her, she quickly dashes into combat. She transforms a part of her stone armor into a spear and stabs at the knight, but it is deflected to the side. With quick movement, she transforms the spear into a hammer and tries to strike at the knight’s side, but the knight has already stepped too close. Stepping behind Warden, the knight puts his blade to her neck. It’s her loss. Not that I expected anything else, as the nightmare knights can even give sword masters a challenge.

I look towards Bluefang and notice him actually doing pretty well. His quick and brutal attacks mean the knight doesn’t have time to find openings. While the knights have perfected their swordsmanship, they have slow reaction times, so this style of combat works well against them, but it seems Bluefang hasn’t landed a hit it even once. It seems he’s going to lose. As the knight has nearly infinite stamina. While Bluefang is quickly using up his vigor.

Seeing that Bluefang’s fight is gonna take a while longer, I approach Warden. “While jumping into combat is a good way in the streets to surprise your opponent, it is not suggested in a more formal situation, as your opponent can exploit weaknesses caused by your hastiness. I suggest you try again while observing your opponent to see their tells and weaknesses.” I explain to her. She nods at my words and gets ready for another bout.

Then I look back at Bluefang and see him on the ground, panting. I approach him and say, “While Lycanthropy grants you access to immense speed and power, your ferocious fighting style makes you quick to exhaustion. I suggest you switch up your pace. Keep your opponent on their toes by switching from passive fighting and sudden jumps at them.”

After finishing the lessons for the two combatants, I look towards the group of three mages sitting cross-legged while sweating heavily. Activating magic that allows me to recognize the mana flow in them. I can see they’re all struggling, but this is not something that can be taught with words, but must instead be understood by oneself.

Finally, my eyes return to Reuben. He’s quickly found himself engrossed in a mess of books, scrolls, and papers. I hover behind him and look at what he’s writing. Hmm. He is analyzing the spells, and with nothing to point out. He’s quite talented.