Robotics?? For a moment Shen Yuan's attention is caught on that; after three years and counting in fantasy settings hearing about a sci-fi world sounds amazing, but alas. Xiu Ya pulses with exasperation in his mind, calling him back to his real purpose here. Luckily he wasn't distracted for long, just a couple seconds, and he's able to follow the rest of Viktor's explanation with ease.
"In all honesty, my current focus of study is myself." Shen Yuan smiles slightly, self-deprecating. "I'm told that I'm one of the unlucky ones; whatever process lies behind our rebirth into this world had a marked effect on the power I possessed before the transition, and I'm still learning how to manage my own magical potential in its new form." He's been doing his best to meditate with Xiu Ya, and thanks to the sword's help (read: mental pushing and shoving) he was able to confirm that sending his qi outside of his body won't actually make him start bleeding anywhere -- but his progress is slower than either of them like. It's time to start seeking outside help.
"Before that, I was on the...hm, I think the closest equivalent term would be the board of directors, for an educational institution specializing in magical and combat training," he says, his own sense of pride not wanting himself to be seen as anything less than an equal in Viktor's eyes. "So I'm indeed familiar with how academia can all too easily turn into a pitched battle between overblown egos." Blowhard to blowhard combat, as it were.
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"In all honesty, my current focus of study is myself." Shen Yuan smiles slightly, self-deprecating. "I'm told that I'm one of the unlucky ones; whatever process lies behind our rebirth into this world had a marked effect on the power I possessed before the transition, and I'm still learning how to manage my own magical potential in its new form." He's been doing his best to meditate with Xiu Ya, and thanks to the sword's help (read: mental pushing and shoving) he was able to confirm that sending his qi outside of his body won't actually make him start bleeding anywhere -- but his progress is slower than either of them like. It's time to start seeking outside help.
"Before that, I was on the...hm, I think the closest equivalent term would be the board of directors, for an educational institution specializing in magical and combat training," he says, his own sense of pride not wanting himself to be seen as anything less than an equal in Viktor's eyes. "So I'm indeed familiar with how academia can all too easily turn into a pitched battle between overblown egos." Blowhard to blowhard combat, as it were.