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In the Silvermoon Kingdom, specifically in the Storm Province, two striking figures were traversing the desolate wilderness.
What made them so noticeable?
The young boy in front had short hair as fiery as flames, complemented by eyebrows that mirrored that same fiery hue. This distinctly marked boy was named Beck. His appearance was not overly handsome, nor was it ordinary; he could be described as somewhat attractive.
Hailing from a small mountain village, Beck grew up hearing tales of legendary wizards. Stories of sorceresses who could transform pumpkins into carriages and Lei Mages who commanded thunder to slay beasts filled him with awe and longing.
One day, after kindly offering water to an elderly man passing through his village, Beck was asked if he wished to learn magic and become a wizard. It was a dream he had held since childhood, and he shouted his willingness with such enthusiasm that it nearly hurt the old man's ears.
This led to the traditional acceptance of Beck as the first apprentice of Qilin Nal. The elderly man behind him had hair even deeper in color than Beck's fiery locks, a prominent hooked nose, and eyes that often widened in surprise, giving him an intimidating presence. Judging by his appearance, one could easily assume he had a rather irritable temperament. If Beck's hair could be described as flame-like, then the old man's hair could only be termed crimson.
"Teacher!" Beck exclaimed energetically, showing no signs of fatigue despite their long journey. "Is it because we both have red hair that you took me on as your apprentice?"
Qilin Nal raised his hand in annoyance and rubbed his ear. "I’m not deaf yet! Can’t you lower your voice a bit?!"
"At least you’re clever enough to notice that detail," Qilin Nal replied. "As wizards, when we awaken our magical powers, we naturally resonate with certain elements."
As the teacher imparted knowledge to his eager student, countless Danmaku whizzed by in places unseen by them.
"Wow, using magic as an excuse to flamboyantly flaunt is quite something!"
"It's really too much; I can’t even imagine what kind of attention my grandfather would attract if he dyed his hair red!"
"Pass it on: Teacher Qilin Nal told Apprentice Beck to tone it down."
"Hey! The guy shooting Danmaku up ahead owes me a new screen!"
With new episodes airing, this kind of fantastical adventure story still captivated audiences, with various serious and humorous Danmaku appearing in abundance. However, none of this distracted Qilin Nal from his lesson: "Of course, aside from elemental magic, there are various other forms of magic we need to explore and master."
"To transform a pumpkin into a carriage, as you keep mentioning, requires not just skill but also a strong belief in your magic. You must channel your magical energy and truly believe that you can turn the pumpkin into a carriage for it to succeed.
Remember, the stronger your conviction, the more likely you are to cast the spell successfully."
In the script that Xu Lie is well-versed in, Qilin Nal's words resonate throughout the entire story. In the realm of Classical Idealistic Magic, a more profound belief can break through limits.
Every time the protagonist Beck finds himself in a crisis, he recalls these words and ultimately unleashes an incredible output of magic. The spell he casts, Endless Flowing Flames, is precisely where the title of the play comes from.
"Yes! Teacher! I remember! I have always had strong faith in magic!" Beck shouted enthusiastically, indicating that he had fully grasped the lesson.
His loud voice made Qilin Nal wince in pain, unable to tolerate it any longer. An invisible hand formed from concentrated magical energy smacked Beck on the back of his head. "Could you please keep it down? Can't you remember anything?!"
Beck scratched his head, looking aggrieved as he muttered softly, "If I speak quietly, you won't hear me."
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