In the blackness of sleep, a voice stirred Satori awake. Calm. Powerful. Ageless.

“I will teach you how to be a witch.

In his dream He opened his eyes. The old woman stood before him again, staff in hand, her eyes glowing like silver stars.

“I can grant anything you want,” she said. “Just as I said before.”

Satori sat up slowly, confused and aching from the magical surge.

“Then… can I go home?”

The woman nodded.

“Yes. I will bring you home. But only when everything is over.”

Whether you belive it or not is up to you

After long night of sleep  Satori’s  awke from his best he sink his face ona pilow talk to himself I have this similar dream again. knock knock  soud of someone knock the door satori are you awake  dorothy  do you sleep well , Yep I think I get plenty of sleep . Here take it  you need this dorothy give him a  necklace this is my gife to you. Shall we go to the hall for practice to day

lessons started immediately. There was no, time to waste.Why do I have to train I don’t know what am I fighting for Marie lee said think as if it for your family now let start(I don't know they care about me or not or just want to use me)

Satori nod quietly and focus on thing infront of him

Marie lee “You must learn the art of magical cancellation,” the woman said, drawing a sigil in the air with her staff.

A flame roared to life—bright, hot, and fast. Then she waved her hand and it vanished, as if it had never existed.

“To cancel a spell, you must understand how it begins,” she continued. “Magic is energy. To nullify it, you must disrupt its pattern—cancel its shape, break its soul.”

Satori watched closely.

“Fire and water cancel each other. Lightning opposes water. Light and darkness. Earth and wind. Magic is balance, tension, and release.”

“I don’t understand it…” Satori muttered, struggling to keep up. “But… somehow, I can do it.”

The old woman smiled.

“You’ll grasp it soon. That’s good.”

Saotori try to do a magic but he can't cast  long because he  injure himself when try to cast fire magic it burn his hand  ouch it hot he cries

Magic can be  dangerouse if user don't know how to controle flow of magic  perfeclty this  offen t happen. 

Satori try to  do it again why follow a Mari lee guidace. while Sasha  and dorothy practice there magic.

"Satori how about your body"  I think I get use to it. good 

A Hidden Truth

“Now,” she said, stepping back. “Let me show you something. What you see may not be rare here but this one of basic skill .”

She raised her staff, and her appearance shimmered like heat over stone. In a breath, the hunched old lady transformed into a beautiful woman in her prime—long silver hair, graceful posture, and youthful skin glowing with power.

“This is my true form,” she said. “But the old face keeps others from fearing me too soon. People underestimate what looks fragile.” But let go with the most basic let trasform to be this box what to  do is focuse  you vision to thing you want to transform example this box  use your hand to touch it feel itt miasa it will take sometime but everything have miasa power  lingering inside every obeject when you feel it you can creat same mias frequency and shape yourself to fool other to your abvantage 

Satori stood speechless.

“When you master your magic,” she said, “you’ll be able to cast multiple spells at once—bend elements, shift shapes, walk unseen.” Or even blend your look to anything you see.

Miasa Training

The next part of his training focused on Miasa—the soul-core of magic.

“Magic comes from within,” she explained. “The stronger your Miasa, the more powerful your magic. You must learn to mask it, control its flow.”

She drew a circle on the ground, a magic site—an anchor to cast spells from.

“Now control the energy. Make it vanish as fast as you cast it. If others detect your Miasa,  the human witch hunter they’ll find you. Kill you.”

For weeks, Satori trained. He visualized his energy like rivers, reshaping them with thought, keeping them hidden. First he so clumsy can’t stand properly while casting a simple speel that need body to move

Maire lee this time to rest sleep well we continue tomorrow then I am off

Satori tugged at the straps of the combat tunic, twisting it the wrong way for the third time.

“You’re putting it on backwards again,” Cathy chuckled, leaning on her spear.

“I know,” he muttered, his face warm. “These clothes weren’t made for someone who… changed overnight.”

His body still didn’t feel like his.

His balance was off. His hips moved differently. He’d tripped twice during drills just trying to pivot.

“I feel like I’m learning how to walk all over again,” he sighed.

Sasha approached with her arms crossed, watching him coldly.

“Then learn faster. A witch who falls in battle won’t get the chance to question who they are.”

Satori clenched his fists. “I didn’t ask to become a witch. Or to be her.”

A soft voice interrupted the tension.

“Can I help with your hair? It keeps falling into your eyes,” Cathy said, holding up a pale blue ribbon.

He hesitated, eyes down.

“…Fine. Just don’t tie it too tight.”

As Cathy gently braided his hair, she whispered,

“You don’t have to figure everything out now. You’re still Satori to me—even if the world sees someone else.”

Satori said nothing. But something in his chest felt less heavy.

After a pause, he murmured, “I keep seeing things. Cities burning. A girl crying blood. I know they’re not dreams. But… they don’t feel like mine either.”

Sasha stood silently for a moment. Then she spoke, softer than before.

“They are… and they aren’t. Adel was you. You are her. But the memories you carry now were shaped under a different sky.”

Satori turned toward her, his voice uncertain.

“Then who am I, really? Satori? Adel? Or just… something in between?”

Sasha’s gaze met his firmly.

“You are both. Two lives in one soul. Adel’s power lives in you. Her regrets. Her hopes. Her love. But your path is Satori’s. Not hers.”

Satori nodded slowly. His voice came quiet and sure.

“Then let me carry both. Even if it hurts.”

One month passed.

He no longer needed to think. His magic flowed like breath. His footwork no longer stumbled. His soul, still heavy, now moved with intention.

“You’ve done well,” Sasha said one morning. “Now it’s time for the real test.”

Scene Break – Eden, Capital of Steel

Far from the sanctuary, in the shining towers of Eden—humanity’s greatest empire—alarm bells rang in secret halls.

Inside a steel-clad council chamber, screens flickered with data. Surveillance magic. Reports of energy spikes.

“The last witch has awakened.”

A man in black armor stepped forward, eyes cold.

“Commander, we must act. Our holy weapons must be tested—before the witches gather.”

The general turned to the window, gazing down at the city streets teeming with drones, mech-walkers, and magic-infused rifles.

“No matter what we face—demon, elf, dwarf, beastkin, witch… even god—we will not yield.”

He raised a glowing gauntlet, humming with synthetic Miasa.

“We wield the power of the gods. And we will use it.”