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n‘I’m getting closer to balancing my mana and elemental mana between my mana core and affinity orbs.’ He thought with a slight smile on his handsome face.

nThough Trent had already broken through to the third mana core stage, he still hadn’t ‘balanced’ the elemental mana in his two affinity orbs with his mana core.

n‘Balancing’ simply meant bringing the amount of elemental mana in the affinity orbs to that of the mana in the mana core—that is, making them roughly the same amount.

nSince Elementalists mainly used elemental mana for their spells, they drew it from their affinity orbs instead of mana core.

nWhenever an Elementalist broke through, the amount of mana in the mana core would naturally increase.

nHowever, the amount of elemental mana in their affinity orbs would remain the same.

nThey would have to convert the mana in their mana core to elemental mana by moving some of it to their affinity orbs.

nThis process was actually more difficult and strenuous for Elementalists with more than one affinity.

nUnlike those with one affinity who only had to focus on one affinity orb—and one type of elemental mana, they had to focus on two, or for some, even three.

nTrent remained seated on the bright yellow mat.

nHe was already exhausted as he had been doing this for a few hours.

nSince he had to divide his mana and simultaneously move them to his two affinity orbs, the mana in his mana core has drained considerably.

nAnd still, the level of progress he had made was quite low compared to what it would have been if he had only one affinity orb.

nThe difference was like filling one cup with one bottle and filling two cups with one bottle, of course; the water in the latter would naturally drain faster.

n‘I still need to draw mana…’ Trent said inwardly.

nThough he was exhausted and felt some strain in his mind, he still didn’t plan on stopping now.

nHe still had to recover the lost mana and repeat the process from the beginning…

nHe slowly got up and walked to the edge of the room; his steps sluggish.

nHe opened the small refrigerator that lay there and picked a small bottle filled with cold water before gulping it down hurriedly.

nA mild soothing sensation ran through his body, calming his nerves and dry throat.

nHe exhaled softly and then dropped the bottle before closing the refrigerator. ‘I needed that…’

nSince he had been training for the last few hours, he hadn’t drunk any water so he was very thirsty.

nAs he walked back to the mat, he passed by a long mirror and then paused his steps.

nThe mirror reflected his features; curly light brown hair, brown eyes and a young handsome face.

nHis mother had brown eyes and his father had black eyes.

nUnlike, Harry who took his black eyes from his father, he took his own brown eyes from his mother.

nTrent’s eyes lingered on the image in the mirror for a few seconds before clenching his fists.

nHis anger boiled and he subconsciously released his mana pressure.

nFortunately, no students were around him so no one was affected by the powerful pressure that oozed out of his body.

nThough he was staring at his mirror, his eyes were only focused on one thing—his hair.

nThe brown colour reminded him of Harry even if he didn’t want to.

nWhile they didn’t exactly have the same hair colour—his was a lighter shade of brown, for some reason, the brown colour still reminded him of Harry.

nThe shame and embarrassment he felt the last time they met was still fresh in his mind; there was no way he would forget it.

nHe later found the spell book he was looking for.

nTurned out that he truly left it in the library and it was kept by the librarian.

nFortunately for him, his personal instructor didn’t seem too mad about it. However, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to get such a powerful spell from him again. 𝘰𝑣𝘭.𝗇𝓔t

nIf only he had approached the librarian about it…

nAlthough he was annoyed about what happened with the spell scroll, he felt angrier about the little scuffle that happened between him and Harry.

nNot just because of the scuffle, but because of the way Harry stopped his attack with just one fist.

nHe hadn’t meant to use a tier two spell but he was just so angry that he lost control and casted the spell.

nAnd yet, Harry only stopped it with one hand. While it wasn’t his strongest tier-two spell, it still hurt his pride.

nHe wasn’t dumb enough to believe it was just luck.

nFor some reason, Harry had gotten stronger… he felt it then. There was just something different about him.

nThis fact only served to make his blood boil more.

nHe had trained and trained to get to his current strength, but that ‘incident’ made all those efforts look worthless.

nApart from that, Harry was now an Elementalist! And a lightning Elementalist at that!

nHe was sure that Harry’s affinity grade was higher than medium… or else he wouldn’t progress that fast.

nHe heard some rumours about Harry being a dual or even tri-Elementalist but there was no way he would believe that.

nAll through their lives, he had always been the special one and Harry awakening his affinity made him feel more annoyed than he’d like to admit.

nAlthough he wouldn’t admit it, a part of him felt… threatened.

nNot because he felt that Harry would come after him and try to take revenge or anything.

nEven if Harry got stronger all of a sudden, there was still no way he would win a fight against him.

nHe still had his tier-three spells and those alone were enough to guarantee his victory.

nIt was only because he felt that his parents’ love would shift to Harry now that he had an affinity.

nIt was also why he hadn’t told his parents about Harry’s affinity.

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nI edited the last chapter and changed a few things there, please re-read to understand better.

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