Little by little, the half-wolf was losing control, until there came a time when he could no longer hold that gigantic amount of water. It was a task that, as much as it didn't use up the half-wolf's mana, it still made him tired.
The moment Luke lost control of that pillar of water, Erwin took control of the feat.
With a snap of his right hand, the blue-haired wizard made that pillar of water grow much larger. It flew upwards at a gigantic speed. Quickly the pillar surpassed the size of the academy's forge, and then it went higher and higher until it reached the clouds.
After that, with a second slap, Erwin made the entire pillar disappear, turning it into a strange mist. A cloud ended up forming in the clear sky of that beach, at the same time a gigantic amount of salt was falling to the top of the sea.
"You did very well for a beginner boy, very well..." Erwin said, giving Luke a gentle smile.
"It's so confusing, I don't know if we can really call this a success or a failure" Luke said.
"You said you just walked in here. Just the fact that you were able to command the waves to take shape, that already shows that your amazing ability"
"How did you command the salt? Now that was surprising.
"It's something like, imagine the water and visualize what's inside the water. When you think like that you can even remove all the fish from an area."
"Your skill would be quite useful in the harbor I was born in, the smell of spoiled fish is horrible for a half-wolf"
"I imagine, I imagine hahahaha"
Luke and Erwin continued talking for some time regarding sea control magic. This kind of power was something that the half-wolf had not imagined existed and in a way, that thought made sense.
In Broteforge, only an S class skill could do this kind of control over materials. Whereas in Melki's farthest camp, the academy, control by means of magic was possible.
However, a growing doubt appeared in Luke's mind. How did magic develop? When the half-wolf questioned Erwin, the blue-haired wizard only denied it with his head, claiming that he did not know the answer to this question.
Luke then kept this doubt in his chest, after all, there was one person in that place who would have this answer easily. The half-wolf decided to go visit Megan.
**
On the other side of the academy, a small boy with blue hair a little lighter than Erwin's worked incessantly. Using his new tool, Ezra was much more dedicated to his goal of producing the weapons Luke requested.
The blade that Ezra possessed was extremely similar to the patterns of his late mother. This was something that Hephaestus, in the several years he had guided Ezra, had never observed. He possessed a unique style of producing equipment, but in that particular dagger, everything showed the patterns of Ezra's mother, Hephaestus' master.
Hepha began to slowly twist that dagger, checking every detail, from the handle to the edge of the blade. Gradually, she realized how it was still possible to see the details of Ezra's unique style.
'Watching this is almost like seeing a ghost...' Hephaestus thought, as she turned to the little blacksmith who remained asleep in that wooden chair.
"How did you manage to produce a perfect item in such a short time?" She thought. With memories of her former master running through her head, a bigger doubt arose for that powerful blacksmith.
'How far would you be able to go, if she were still among us'
In Hephaestus' heart, she knew that she never reached the same level of skill as her master. But watching that dagger, she felt that it was possible for Ezra to reach that level of skill.
Maybe because of the mysterious contact between mother and son, maybe because of the blood itself. Something inside that boy made him a prodigy, and watching that dagger gave Hephaestus the final answer.
'That is one of the best weapons I have ever seen. It's amazing to think that it's only been a few days since I came to correct it.
Slowly opening his eyes, Ezra realized the presence of his master.
"Master Hepha... Good morning" The boy spoke, yawning and scratching his eyes he rose from his chair.
"I have to get back to work. Thanks for the guidance, I managed to make a test dagger and the result was very good... Oh you have it in your hand, do you like it?" The boy seemed not to be fully awake yet.
Giving a loud laugh, Hephaestus dropped the dagger on the table and approached Ezra.
The forge master slapped the boy hard on the back, waking him up instantly.
"Of course it's good! You are my student! Hahaha. I'll want to forge with you all day tomorrow, brat!" Hephaestus shouted.
"Y-yes ma'am!" Ezra shouted in shame.
Hepha then said goodbye and walked out the door of Ezra's room.
"How far will this boy get?" she said to herself.