Govus: Why do you not play with others Asta? Having friends is a good thing.
Asta: What is the point in it? We are gonna leave the village sooner or later and if I friends here then it will be hard to leave when it comes.
Govus: sigh You are much more mature than others from the day of your birth.. *laughs lightly* I can't even hide it from you.
Asta: How about we go over that again? The classification of runes and all.
Govus: As you wish my little hermit.
Govus and Asta leave for the dwelling they have made in a cave.
Asta(in thoughts) : 'Mana Burn'.. a serious condition where a mage slowly destroys himself from inside because damaged mana nerves. Dad overused and bursted a lot of his mana nerves when we were escaping from our pursuers that day. It's been 8 years since the day I was reborn in this world and alot of th-
Govus: Stop your stupid mental diary and go get the food brat.
Asta comes out of his stupor and finds himself cooking food in a stone room with a mana stove and a chimney and stone floor and desk. The food is normally potatoes with some rabbit or goat meat alongside a glass of hot water barely enough to heat themselves up.
Asta quickly puts the food on the plate and comes to the dining table with only two chairs.
Govus: Asta... I don't think i can last another week.
Asta momentarily freezes and slowly eats his food with silence.
Asta: I told you a thousand times to stop using magic but you wouldn't listen to me. *Wipes away a tear from his eye* and don't worry about me, you son will live a worthy life.
Govus smiles and smacks asta on the back of his head.
Govus:*screams at asta in fury* I am still alive you brat!!!.... Come with me.
Asta: Where?
Govus: the storage.
Asta follows behind his dad and was led to a small storage room with dust gathering on a bunch of junk. Govus searches through the piles before bringing out a quill pen, a bottle of red ink and a bunch of empty papers. He wipes the dust off then before taking them to the main room.
Asta: What are those?
Govus: You always asked me where I got my grimoire right? *Puts the pages and ink on the table* Every mage has to either buy a grimoire or they can make one themselves or by commissioning someone.. You always asked me why I taught about the different types of runes and imprints right?
Asta: dad.. do you mean-
Govus: Yes, you father was a grimoire maker, grimoire are something every mage in this day needs not for power but their ability to instant cast magic without a chant or circle... And in the next week i will teach you everything of my craft that I have learnt.
Asta: Grimoire making? 'wasn't that the job of grimoire tower and it's spirits?' *clenches his fist and gives a determined look* I will do it.
Asta: You truly taught me everything I could need dad. *Raises hands in a prayer* I will make sure to live for your sake.. Latom.
Asta says as he looks at the grave his father. A week has passed and true to his words Govus fell into eternal slumber, but he died with satisfaction of knowing that his son learnt everything he could teach him before he left.
Calinop: I know this is sudden bu-
Asta: I will leave Tommorow, can you leave me alone for a day?
Calinop could not say anything from the degree of maturity the young boy had, she left and also told the others to not disturb him for the day.
Asta stands up and after a final look at the grave, slowly begins moving towards his residence. He arrives at the entrance and goes straight for the study chamber, inside he sees a wooden table and chair with a bunch of shiny gems alongside a quill pen and the grimoire paper.
Asta: *sits in the chair* I will leave but not without a grimoire, even with my strength and technique the eclipse mountains are treacherous and filled with monsters to the brim. I will create my grimoire again with all those years of memorizing and controlling anti-magic.
He took the quill and begins writing the runes of his former grimoire but with slight shifts.
Asta: Anti magic is nothing like a separate type of energy or anything but a mutation of mana that is a combination of every elemental mana. It is just a pure opposite of that guy ladros's attribute less mana but is highly unstable and taxing on the body. It converts mana to anti-mana not because it is some parasitic opposite but because it is a mixture and compatable with every magic.
One by one asta begin writing the runes but his mana got syphoned by (Yes he got mana this time, dude is not a son of someone with a curse to syphon other's mana this time. It's funny that only reason I could use it was because liebe healed my mana nerves again and again until they got strong enough to handle it.
Asta in inwardly chuckles and saddens upon remembering his brother liebe until a sudden realisation hit him.
Asta: Did that guy in the void say that everybody will be reborn? *A sudden surge of excitement and relief* I guess I got another reason to explore.
Hours passed as Asta kept writing and imprinting runes at multiple layers. By the time he got done, he had a small three leafed grimoire with 15 something pages with only the weapon storage feature available.
Asta: What could be the best weapon for now? *Contempts his choices* a spear will be too large for me now, a sword and mace can be alright but it will hard to use them after infusing them with anti-magic if I remember that heavy weight of captain's katana. A dagger or shield are also a no because of lack of range... A shortbow!!!
Asta instantly left for the village and sold a bunch of his food reserves like potatoes and meat he wouldn't be using to buy a short wooden bow.
Asta: Not too strong so it will probably break after some time but it can probably help me reach the plains. It can also help me deal with smaller monsters and escape bigger ones.
Asta went to his residence and slept for the rest of the night after packing up his necessities.