Reincarnated in a Light Novel

Eclair gritted his teeth, he tried defending against Solas' Aura using his own. He tried to maintain the same Aura output consistently. 

If his Aura were to disappear he would instantly pass out. So he was trying to maintain a proper defence against Solas' Aura. It was heavy and Eclair couldn't help but feel defenseless against him.

After a few minutes, Solas' Aura dropped, and so did Eclair. This time, he was sweating profusely, something he only felt after immense physical training. Solas walked towards Eclair and held out a hand.

"Not bad, you could at least defend against any raw mental attacks. Most demons could paralyze their victims by a roar or a gaze, that would be a bad thing to happen."

"Y-yes…!"

"Though, you have to hone your temper too, don't just release Aura, Temper can be applied to any discipline."

Eclair nodded, he knew that combining disciplines could lead to a higher form of it. Aura and Temper for example, if combined properly then one could form an Omi domain. 

Omi circled the user at that level, some Sorcerers used Domain in tandem with their Art too. 

But that would be a high-level stage, after all, Temper requires not only control but will. A strong force of will. 

"Then, let's have you master Guard." Solas immediately stated. 

Eclair's eyes widened and he pulled his arms up to a cross guard. He received the intent quite well, once he put up his guard not even half a second later he felt himself flying through the training grounds. 

"Ugh!"

Eclair groaned in pain. He felt something sting on his arm, though there were no scrapes or scratches. A Summon appeared next to Eclair. 

It's Torako and the number on its head is 20. Eclair didn't have a clue on the exact values but since it was 20 then it would mean he took a lot of damage just from that!

"Keep that guard up." Solas reminded Eclair. 

However, even with a warning Eclair barely was able to react to another attack, he used Guard reflexively in his whole body, he felt a kick connect over his shoulder sending him flying and tumbling towards the ground. 

Instead of worrying about where the next attack would arrive, Eclair used Temper on his Guard, bolstering his body but that still didn't seem enough. 

He felt something hit his stomach and he felt all of it, he was sent reeling and emptying all of his breakfast on the ground. 

"Output may be a contributor to one's defence and offence, but theres more to that than just that. One this is also how fast you can condense Omi on a specific action."

Eclair would've listened carefully if he wasn't just sent puking. He coughed for a bit, Solas was kind enough to wait for him. 

"Anyways, output and control are two different things. Inherently, the only thing that you can out-skill someone, is by how much Omi you invest in an action."

Solas clenched his fist and Eclair couldn't even see it but Solas' fist appeared mere inches away from touching his face. He couldn't even react to it.

It was fast, not only that, Eclair could feel that the amount of Omi Solas invested in his fist was way too much he could handle. 

'If that hit me…!' sweat ran down Eclair's cheek, ultimately falling to the ground. 

"Your lack of Output could be mitigated with the amount you invest. Instead of focusing on using that Output, you should focus on how much you should invest in an action." 

Solas spoke, his tone that of a lecture. Eclair nodded and he looked up to Torako, the number on its head was about 200 now. 

Eclair gulped, the counter became tenfold just from all of this encounter. That much injury, even with unclear translation, is something he knew he couldn't survive. 

"Remember, Eclair. Once you're out of here these lessons will be your greatest ally. A second to a sorcerer is an eternity. A second is more than enough to decide the outcome of a fight."

Solas lectured. "Now, Let's keep going till you run out of Omi. This is something you wanted."

Eclair nodded, more resolute than before. If he couldn't take that much damage, how would he be able to call himself a sorcerer?

After gaining the memories of his past self, and gaining a new motivation to live, Eclair not once thought he would fail to graduate from the Academy. 

Even if Eclair was expelled, there were the Sorcerers' Evaluation Exams each year, he always had a chance and when he could reach it he would!

To taste all the food in the known world! He will need power— though as if in some shock, he remembered some detail. 

"Oh no."

The short distraction caused Eclair to fail guarding against an attack from Solas, causing the Doctor to pause for a second. 

"Eclair?" Solas called out. 

"S-Sorry!" Eclair immediately got back up. 

Right, how could he forget that detail? Eclair remembered at the entrance ceremony, there was a chapter that hooked all readers. 

'Only the strong will live…!' 

He remembered the dialogue that transpired, one of the biggest threats to the known world, a Rogue Sorcerer. In the Entrance Ceremony, at the tournament of the 2nd year. 

There would be a massacre. 

***

Tralgar held the book up as he continued reading, ignoring the rambling of the guy in front of him. 

"Hey, don't tell me you're just going to keep ignoring my challenge?"

Their tone was mocking, even condescending. Though, Tralgar could hear the inferiority behind it. His gaze soon went up to look at the challenger. 

"Oh finally looking at me? Let's go to the arena! Cmon! I've got something to go against you!"

The challenger spoke in impatience, Tralgar knew this idiot, he was the 3rd son of a Duke household. Ever since Tralgar had defeated him twice, he started annoying him like a fly. 

Once from a test, the other from a duel challenge. 

"You already used your rite of challenge, Morian, I'm not going to humour you," Tralgar spoke calmly. 

Morian visibly gritted his teeth, he looked at Tralgar with bloodshot eyes. 

"And why are you denying me? Don't tell me you've gotten weak?"

Tralgar scoffed. He could beat this fool in under a minute, should he just move away? No, this fly will continue buzzing near his ear. 

He didn't want something continuously buzzing around his ear whilst he wanted some peace. 

"Do tell me, why are you so eager to fight me?" Tralgar Asked. 

"What do you mean why? Of course, I wanted to see you down the ground!"

Tralgar sighed 'Beat me once then endlessly brag about it, I see.', he knew that Morian is doing this as some sort of self-validation. 

But that doesn't mean he'll give him what he wants. Tralgar placed his book down. 

"Then make a promise."

"Hah?"

"That after I defeat you, you won't ask for another fight unless the circumstances need you to."

"W-What?" 

Morian is visibly shaken, of course, if he agreed it meant he wouldn't be able to challenge him anymore aside from some activities. 

It's of course, a part of Tralgar's consideration to make sure he is not helpless when it comes to academic activities but for him, it feels like he was being looked down upon. 

"What? Not confident about yourself?" Tralgar sneered. 

"Fine!" Morian agrees. 

Of course, Morian's Omi swirled, now the condition was set and both parties knew it. Tralgar stood up and started walking. Morian of course walked at the front. 

Whilst walking to the Arena from the Campus, he saw the School doctor and a familiar figure. 

'Isn't that… the failure of the Rosvault family?'