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fourth breath ✧ action
[Isamu is out on his own again, this time wandering the open fields just north of town. It takes him a while, but he eventually finds a nice flat rock to sit on. He sets his notebook beside him, sits cross-legged with his hands on his knees, and closes his eyes.
After about a minute of this, he's already feeling ridiculous.]
Come on, spirit things...
[They apparently helped people with this sort of thing in the school, but he wasn't sitting through any classes he didn't have to. Besides, he'd mastered the Amala Network! What were a couple elemental spirits in comparison to that? Surely he had to have some sort of residual magic ability on him that would make them easier to attract.
If there was any chance he might be able to keep from being absolutely powerless here, he was going to go for it.]
After about a minute of this, he's already feeling ridiculous.]
Come on, spirit things...
[They apparently helped people with this sort of thing in the school, but he wasn't sitting through any classes he didn't have to. Besides, he'd mastered the Amala Network! What were a couple elemental spirits in comparison to that? Surely he had to have some sort of residual magic ability on him that would make them easier to attract.
If there was any chance he might be able to keep from being absolutely powerless here, he was going to go for it.]