With his official arrival at Kamar-Taj, Stephen Strange finally embarked on his path of magic.
Of course, as a complete novice, he still had much to learn. The most fundamental thing was to forget all that so-called "scientific knowledge" from his past and begin accepting the unique concept that "the mind can shape matter."
In order to understand "the way a sorcerer thinks" as quickly as possible, this genius spent virtually all his time in the library aside from sleeping and necessary training.
Because he had discovered that at Kamar-Taj, he was almost as ignorant as a newborn infant.
Whether it was the energy Ancient One spoke of, the spells used in shaping magic, or, in more modern terms, programs, all of it was far too profound and difficult for him to understand.
Especially when he watched the other apprentices around him make rapid progress while, no matter how hard he tried, he could only produce the tiniest sparks of energy.
How could Stephen Strange, who had been a "genius" and top student since childhood, accept such a gap?
Tension, anxiety, impatience...
All kinds of negative emotions constantly plagued him. For a time, he even believed that the reason he could not control energy properly was because of his injured fingers.
That mistaken belief was quickly shattered when he personally saw an old man with no hands at all effortlessly draw a Magic Circle as complex as Ancient One's, plunging him into shock and inescapable self-doubt.
"You seem troubled?"
Mordo appeared behind him at some point, a faint smile on his face.
The joy and composure in his eyes made it clear that he had learned and drawn upon a great deal from the Nameless Spellbook.
After all, one could use the stones of another mountain to polish one's own