The Good Doctor

[Oyster.]

When I was reborn... I didn't know what to do with myself. Everybody around me seemed to be moving at their own pace. The insane things that came out of the mouths of magi... the ease with which they planned their entire futures based on legacy or just what they felt. It was a privilege greater than any other. What was I supposed to do, a normal person that could barely walk, become magi?

Everybody expected me to choose, to do what I want. That sort of freedom, it was suffocating. At times I felt like I couldn't breath.

It was the sensation, one that I feel even now.

Sometimes I can't move at all... unless I'm certain that I'm following the right path.

The person who helped me was the Headmaster.





Fast forward to now. People say they're proud of what I've accomplished in my time. Their expectations increase. Sometimes I still find myself paralyzed, unsure of what to do. Recent events reclaiming the Petrakis crown have helped to clear my mind... is what I would like to say. But it's more like somebody told me what to do, and my body yearns to follow. That 'somebody' was Leonaus himself.

I won't allow myself to become complacent. Cognizant of this desire to simply follow orders and betray critical thinking, I'll continue every avenue of research. Besides...

The avenue that I have in mind? It has never been seen before in this world. It is my answer to a question that's long haunted me.

How can I surpass those that came before me... in a world where almost everything is already known?



It lies in Leonaus' task. In the void, and the divine.