Altara did as Hugo said, standing onto the wooden platform and looking forward at him.

"Alrighty then.. let's get started!" Hugo exclaimed as he extended his right hand forwards, facing his palm upwards. A low hum was heard in the room before a blue battleaxe formed in his hand from small crystal looking particles which came into view not long after Hugo extended his hand. Altara's eyes widened as he saw this.

"W-Woah!" Altara looked at the battleaxe. "H-How?"

Hugo grinned at his reaction. "Magik is an invisible energy. You can attune yourself to certain actions performed with it. You can mould the magik much like clay to do what you want with it. The more powerful or potent the action the more practice you need to perform it, another term for action is spell. I summoned this battleaxe from magik, as you just saw. Do you understand? Only highly trained spellswords can summon weapons as I just did."

Altara nodded slightly. "Y-Yeah...clay...mould.." He looked at the axe, he was sweating slightly as It was the first time he had witnessed magik this close up. "But how? How do you manipulate energy that cannot be seen?"

"You simply visualise it. Usually, it takes months to attune your mind to it. But we at the Oligarchy of Magik actually give our students a slight...boost...to help them." Hugo stated as he walked up to Altara. "Altara, this might give you a headache. I'm going to give your brain the necessary knowledge to help you manipulate extremely basic magik." He clenched the battleaxe causing it to shatter into the crystal particles, which floated for a few seconds before vanishing.

Altara thought to himself for a second before puffing his chest out, exhaling and nodding. "Okay..just try not to mess my memory up or something."

"Hmph. Don't worry." Hugo quickly thrusted his right index and middle finger into Altara's upper spine near his head, a small white spark appearing for a brief second. This caused Altara to puke some blood and shuffle forwards slightly. Hugo quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him away from his own blood on the ground.

Altara grabbed his forehead. "Gh..shit."

Hugo looked at him and patted his back, keeping a hold of his arm. "Don't worry its normal. The puking of blood is simple magik strain. When your body is manipulating more magik than it can handle your body decides that it wants to spill some blood. It happened then for a brief second because of the shock from the amount of magik I was putting into your brain."

"R-Right...got a headache too." He grunted out, holding his head.

The door to the dojo opened. A woman with long white hair and white eyes walked in. She was wearing a white kaftan robe which had a simple black circle on the front of it. She was also wearing a pair of grey trousers and a pair of white shoes which had black circles on the top of the point much like the circle on her kaftan. She looked at the two from a distance and looked at the blood on the floor.

"Hugo. What is with the blood on the floor?" She asked, her voice strict.

"I attuned this boy here. Poor guy almost got turned away by the receptionist but I decided to take him in."

"Hm. I see." She walked up to Altara and patted his back. Hugo let go of him. "Headache?" Altara nodded and coughed, hunched over slightly.

The woman placed a hand on top of Altara's head, a white glow appearing around her hand for a brief second before vanishing. "Feel better, kid?" She asked, standing straight and folding her arms.

Altara blinked twice before standing straight as well. "W-Woah..yeah, I do."

The woman nodded. "Healing magik, before you ask."

Hugo looked at the woman, then at Altara. "Altara meet Jolene. She is a saint, someone who specialises in healing magik. Jolene, meet Altara."

Jolene looked at Altara and bowed slightly. "Good to meet you, Altara. I wish you luck with your training as a spellsword with Hugo as your teacher. Hugo is uhhhh...a special sort."

Hugo looked at Jolene and folded his arms. "Hey!" He gave her a look that said really?

Jolene winked at Hugo before walking out. "See you two around, and Altara!" She glanced over her shoulder at him as she walked. "Don't push yourself. You don't want to stain the wood with more blood, right?" She walked out before Altara could answer.

"Hmph." Hugo looked at the blood on the floor. "We can start your training tomorrow. The blood needs cleaning and your brain needs to adjust to the knowledge I forced into it."

Altara nodded, looking up at Hugo. "Makes sense...oh, and Hugo."

Hugo looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Thank you."