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Journey of the first magician

A wacky young teacher named James after her death woke up in the body of a 17-year-old prehistoric teenager, dressed in a skinny body. Hungry, he ate a poisonous plant, catching diarrhea, and thus awakened for the first time in the history of this planet the mana and became the first magician in history, the father of all magic.

Otaku_king · Fantasy
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Chapter 5 : Learn English

The next day the companions of James, who had begun to build makeshift dwellings out of tree branches, stopped their work and watched with joy as James came towards them with a gigantic bear paw.

James put the bear paw on a rock before pointing at one of his comrades, beckoning him to take care of the bear paw, then he sat down under the shade of a tree and responded to the greeting of the others with a nod of his head.

James hung the mana stones from the branch of the tree under which he was sitting to prevent someone from accidentally touching them and then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

He woke up in the evening, ate his fill, and began his experiments.

But as soon as he started he suddenly noticed something.

"My mana reserve is almost ten times larger than before."

He knew he had improved a lot, but he didn't know his improvement was at such a high level.

He opened his left hand, then with a single thought a mana ball appeared in his hands, but he didn't stop there, the mana ball began to whirl wildly in his palm like a spinning top.

"I instinctively felt that I had acquired the ability to give complex orders to my mana as if my mana had become one of my limbs, in addition to that, the mana no longer travels through my body like a fluid but rather uses the star symbol as a kind of battery containing all my mana."

"It's amazing it opens up infinite possibilities my scholarly soul trembles with excitement!"

James smiled as his whole being trembled with joy and expectation of the infinite possibility offered by mana.

He then noticed that his fellow misfortunates looked at him with a strange look as if he had gone mad.

James then returned to reality, looked at his companions and smiled.

"None of you have a name, how about I give you one."

Then he motioned for them to come closer, they all looked at each other before approaching James a little nervously, especially the young boy that James wanted to eat a week before.

James looked at them and then started naming them, choosing names from every culture in the world.

"You will be Jean, you Tang, you Suzuki, you Alake and you Ferdinand..."

James named the eleven children using the language of his tribe, their tribe didn't have an advanced language their language was extremely basic, a mixture of words and hand signals which made James want to learn them English.

After naming them James decided that from today they would receive five hours of English lessons a day from him.

On top of that he decided that it was time to build buildings, to prevent them from dying of illnesses like the common cold, that kind of harmless illness on earth was deadly in this world without medicines.

Seeing them making shelters out of tree branches James shook his head but he also had no solution for the moment because even if he could cut down a tree with his mana ball he could not cut the wood.

But this inspired him a new idea of technique, a blade of mana.

Ignoring his companions, James went into a corner and started trying to implement this new idea.

Time passed, a month had passed since James had returned, during that month James was teaching English to his companions almost every day, he was also practicing mana control and went in search of a stable source of water and meat from time to time.

After much research he had drawn a rough map of the surroundings on a animal skin with a piece of charred wood as a pen, thanks to his perseverance he found a small river to the south east of their locations.

Giving James a new idea, he went to see his companions and then said slowly in English.

"Take all your things, tomorrow we'll move the camp to the river."

"Yes...Chief...but what about the houses?" Suzuki slowly asked with approximately understandable English.

"We will build new ones."

He then nodded his head with some sadness and warned everyone else.

Although none of them were happy to leave the shelter they had been building for weeks, they still followed James' orders to the letter, after all, you can't bite the hand that feeds and protects you.

The next day, all eleven of them with several animal skin bags on their backs and arms followed James toward the southeast.