Warren Rakao's Telepathy Magic

"Hello, my name is Eleven Brain. I'm really sorry about that." Eleven hurriedly held out a hand and shook Warren's, apologizing with a shy smile.

"It's all right, it's all right. I don't mind." Warren was surprisingly easygoing. "I'm a mage, after all. I wouldn't worry about something so minor. Let's work well together on the task, too."

"Was talking inside my head earlier your magic?" Eleven was intensely curious about the Spiritual Power that had invaded his consciousness.

"That's right!" Warren looked proud. He was the only mage in this little village, and although his magic wasn't particularly powerful, he was still very proud of it.

Once again, Eleven felt a faint strand of Spiritual Power trying to invade his consciousness. This time, however, he didn't resist. He lowered his Spiritual Power's defenses and made contact with it.

"Just like this, it lets two people communicate with their minds over long distances without speaking. It's called Telepathy Magic!" Warren's proud voice appeared directly in Eleven's mind. "By the way, sending you a message feels like it uses up a lot of magic power. Are all mages like this?"

Eleven found it hard to adjust when he first received the telepathic message. His brain, accustomed to receiving sound through his ears, became slightly confused. But this was where the advantage of his powerful Spiritual Power showed itself. In just an instant, Eleven adjusted, forcing his brain to accept that sound could reach it without passing through his ears.

Eleven also tried using his Spiritual Power to make contact with Warren's and convey what he wanted to say. "So this is called Telepathy Magic? How does Spiritual Power that only conveys information take shape?"

To his surprise, Warren suddenly covered his ears and sent another telepathic message. "It's so loud! Don't concentrate so hard. Just think of what you want to say normally, like you usually would. If you get too serious, it's really loud on my end!"

Watching Warren cover his ears in discomfort, Eleven was truly curious about how this Telepathy Magic worked. Its rules seemed rather arbitrary.

"What did you just say about Spiritual Power? What's that?" Warren picked at his ear as he sent Eleven another telepathic message.

"Uh..." Eleven was surprised that Warren could use magic involving Spiritual Power without even knowing what it was. At the same time, he felt it would be a hassle to explain the question from the beginning, so he decided to do the task first.

"Never mind, it's nothing. Let's talk about it after the task." Eleven carefully sent the message in his mind as he got up and headed outside.

"Oh, all right!" Warren didn't mind and hurried after him.

The two young men walked out one after the other, leaving the old village chief behind to take a leisurely sip of tea alone. The old village chief had been quietly watching them the whole time. They had been talking when the world suddenly fell silent, and then they kept making eyes at each other. His grandson seemed to go through a fierce internal struggle, and then the two went out together. If he hadn't known about his grandson's magic, the old village chief would have started wondering whether he had senile dementia.

The two boys walked side by side down a muddy country path. After holding it in for a long time, Eleven couldn't help asking, "Warren, do you have any magic besides that Telekinesis Magic?"

"No! How could there be anywhere to learn magic in a little village like ours?" Warren spoke as though it were perfectly obvious and even seemed to look down on the inexperienced Eleven a little.

Eleven immediately felt terrible after hearing that and hurried to persuade Warren to go home. "Uh, then how are you going to help me? It would be dangerous for an ordinary person, wouldn't it? You should go back!"

"I'm a mage!" Warren said unhappily.

Eleven was troubled. "But you can't fight!"

Warren suddenly grew proud. "That's where you're wrong. The great thing about my Telepathy Magic is that I can communicate with any intelligent creature. Those moles look silly, but I don't know why—I can communicate with them! Wouldn't that be a big help with your task?"

(¬_¬)ﾉ: You really are a mole spirit, aren't you!

The thought flashed through Eleven's mind, but he wasn't stupid enough to say it aloud. He still wanted Warren to go back, so he continued looking for excuses. "But my task is to defeat them! What would I talk to them for? I don't really want to have an in-depth conversation with the things I'm supposed to defeat."

Warren (⊙x⊙;): "Don't let the way those moles look fool you. They're pretty strong. If we talk to them, maybe we can win without a fight."

Eleven (•̀ω•́): "It's fine. I came here to fight!"

Warren (ｰ̀дｰ́): "There's more than one mole under the mud! How are you going to find the others without catching one to question?"

Eleven (｡･ω･｡): "I think I can!"

Warren (ㄒoㄒ): "No, I don't trust you to do it!"

Eleven (•̀ω•́)✧: "Don't worry! I'm really strong!"

The situation instantly turned awkward, and both of them remained silent for quite a while...

Warren (ー_ー): "My grandpa is the one paying the reward."

Eleven (〃'▽'〃): "It turns out I do need your help after all!"

In the end, Eleven had no choice but to take Warren along on the task. As the whole village's only hope—no, its only mage—Warren was eager to accomplish something, and the other villagers had high expectations of him as well.

It was like someone who could read suddenly appearing in a village full of illiterate people. Although being able to read didn't seem particularly useful in that village, and although that person didn't know many words, everyone would still admire him and think he could do anything. Warren's situation was much the same. The villagers therefore expected Eleven to take him along on the task, so it could be considered part of the task as well.

The two arrived at the edge of the swamp amid this awkward conversation. Warren got straight to work, standing at the swamp's edge and closing his eyes. Eleven felt his consciousness connect with Warren's once again. He could sense Warren sending out another thin strand of Spiritual Power, struggling to extend it into the swamp, seemingly in search of a mole monster he could connect with. But Warren's Spiritual Power was simply too thin, and it had great difficulty moving through the swamp.

It was far too slow. Eventually, Eleven couldn't hold back any longer. A thick strand of Spiritual Power shot into the swamp and quickly found a sleeping mole monster. He then quietly used his Spiritual Power to guide Warren's, leading it in the right direction.