How can this be? What did I do to get luck as bad as this? What did my ancestors do for me to deserve this? Did they eat leprechauns and drink fairy blood on a daily basis? Why? Why? Why? Will constantly questioned as he fell on the bed and sobbed. Wait, the MME is used to determine mana manipulation, not mana. Anyone can increase their mana manipulation but they can't increase their actual mana. Will thought as he quit sobbing and raised up. So this means I just have a lower starting point than anyone else.

Will jumped off of his bed and ran towards his computer. What do I need to do to improve my manipulation? What do I need to search!! UGHHH! Will spent the next two days searching online for information on Mana Manipulation. To sum up what he learned was that the more you used mana, the higher that person's manipulation will increase. How do I increase my manipulation if I can't use mana!

"Knock, Knock" Shawn called as he knocked on the door. "Will there are plenty of opportunities for people with low MME ranks or no rank at all."

Will was still trying to come out with a plan for how to develop his Mana Manipulation so that he can cast spells and become a knight. " What can I do to develop an MME rank, dad." Shawn stopped and thought about all the options he had to help Will.

" I know a couple of methods to increase MME rank but the most effective way would be the training methods of senior magic knights." Will was in shock. " How...."

"Don't underestimate the free time of a scholar with too much free time." Will finally had hope. " But this training is the most intense training that the knight corps have ever used, so before I teach you the training theory behind what the senior magic knights used, I want to know why you want to be a knight so bad."

Will thought it over for a few seconds. " I want to carve a place to were I belong so that I can prove to everyone that even though I don't appear the same as other people, I can still do the same as anyone else. I also want to show others that your choice in adopting me wasn't a mistake."

Shawn was shocked. He looked at Will and noticed how depressed Will was. "Son, you don't have to prove anything to anyone. To your mother and I, you are the best thing that entered our lives. Even if you don't become a knight or if the entire world turns against you, you can always return home to us."

Will broke down into tears and nearly knocked Shawn to the floor as he hugged him. As Shawn tried to regain his balance he was nearly knocked to the floor as Melany, who had been listening outside the door the entire time, barged in and joined the group hug.

Shawn regained his senses and balance a moment later. "Will, the training that you will need to go through will be complete agony. I will also have to order a couple of things online before we can begin but once you start there will be no going back."

"No matter the training I will go through with it," Will responded without hesitating.

For the next six months before the academy annual exams, Will went through complete nirvana. In the mornings he would run ten miles before breakfast, then another ten miles after a long breakfast while using the things his father ordered. He then would train every area in his body using a torturous routine developed by the knight corps. By the end of the day, Will was so tired that he passed out as soon as he sat down on his bed.

" There are two months left until the academy exams," Shawn said with a smile as he looked at Will with pride.

"Do you think I can pass, dad," Will said as he struggled to stand, he just finished his routine.

"Of course, I will be disappointed in the academies if they don't allow someone who worked half as hard as you did, to get in," Shawn said with a laugh as Melany walked in.

" Get ready dinner will be done in half an hour," Melany said as she hurried back to the kitchen.