Jonny wasn’t entirely sure what to do when he got to the ritual circle. He knew he wanted to check it out, and try his breathing technique there, but now that he was there, it felt a little weird. Was he really just going to sit there and breathe? Would it even do anything? And more importantly, what would Igrette think?He glanced up at the old nun. She had been watching him like a halk ever since he killed the badger. In retrospect, that was probably not the smartest way to display his skill. He had been so caught up in finally getting to fight that he didn’t even consider that a five year old piecing up a magic beast like that would look suspicious.Should I just tell her about my past? he wondered. Maybe she’ll let me fight more if she knows.He narrowed his eyes, rubbing his chin as he thought. He never really had any kind of big reason for keeping his past a secret. He was mostly worried they’d take him off to a lab to cut him open and figure him out if he did it before he could defend himself. But Igrette seemed pretty trustworthy. Right?“Yes?” she asked.Oh, shit, I was staring, he realized. Eh, I’ll think about it more later.“Nothing,” he said, turning away and looking back at the stone table.Well, if she already thinks I’m weird…He walked up to the table and jumped onto it, sitting down in the center. There were dead badger corpses all around, but thankfully, the center of the circle was free of blood. It was free of snow too, which was kind of weird, but it was probably just some kind of weird magic stuff.He sat down, and gave Igrette one last look before closing his eyes and beginning to breathe. Just like always, once he started, the breathing technique felt right. His mana compressed, and decompressed as usual, sometimes getting so dense it felt like he could form a core layer, and other times it was expanded so far he felt he was on the verge (...)