After that, Alpheas tried a few more times, but the result was the same.

�That�s enough, Shuamin, you did a great job.�

�Haaah.�

Shuamin let out a long breath.

The only thing she did was guess the number of coins, but her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Alpheas looked back at Shirone.

�That, right there, was an example of an extremely sensitive state of mind. The moment they enter the Spirit Zone, a mage can perceive the outside world with extrasensory perception. Excellent mages can even guess the number of leaves at a long distance. Of course, the skill Shuamin showed us was great, too.�

Shirone, who succeeded in performing the �Thunder Strike� by relying on his senses, could vaguely feel and understand it.

�She wasn�t counting the number of coins!�

She was sensing the totality of the primitive data that existed long before that.

To sense the entire state of affairs in front of you�

It was not an empty assertion to say that a master of the Spirit Zone could guess the number of leaves from far away.

Then a question naturally followed.

�Can I as well� No, perhaps I can�t?�

Alpheas replied.

�Anyone can do it.�

The Spirit Zone could be reached by anyone, but also at the same time, not just anyone could achieve it.

The grand total of constant effort and talent to test human limitations� That was magic.

�Practice in a quiet place. You first have to feel yourself, and then dismiss it. If that happens, a different world will unfold. Do you understand what I�m saying?�

�All right.�

Shirone understood.

�If you don�t feel yourself, it will be impossible to erase yourself.�

Alpheas couldn�t help but admire him again. That was not an insight that a 12-year-old could easily put forward.

Two cases occurred to him.

Either he was a natural talent, or a mischievous acquaintance of Alpheas sent the kid to pull a prank on him.

�Would you like to give it a try? Here.�

There was no reason to refuse, so Shirone nodded without hesitation and closed his eyes.

�Recall back to the �Thunder Strike� incident.�

Except when he started to focus, it was on another level from back when he was trying to find the vital spot hidden in the grooves.

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