Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

Everyone said I was amazing, and all that but, it was nothing compared to him.

When I became able to use Mana and all, the big brother I looked up to all this time had gone far away and no one knew where he was.

But, he had done something so amazing I can\'t even think about the feat.

I knew I was a somewhat good mage, but compared to him, I was nothing.

He was already a (tier-1) when he fought the impossible demonic noble.

That was something unreal in itself but, we all knew he did that.

And maybe I was one of the few people that knew at least half of what had happened on that day.

What the adult people did was not right but, it was important and they had to do it.

Well, I was a good mage, and I knew he believed in me for some reason.

His smile said everything I wanted to know, and he was even helping me in the name of this test.

He was strong; he was amazing, and I was the fortunate one to have someone like him as my big brother.

He was away from the family all this time, and this was the day he was back to us.

But all this time he was away... not a single one in the family lost hope and just knew he was alive.

They just knew, even if this was the first time we were meeting like this.

I know this fact was as if vanished from everyone\'s mind, and I was no different but, that just how amazing he was.

This first meeting with him felt so natural that it felt we were just meeting after a while instead of the first time in twelve years.

And two weeks were still left for his twelfth birthday.

And he was far ahead in terms of magic than me, who people called the greatest young mage.

If those people looked at him, just how much more shocked would they be than us who at least knew him?

What would they do? Praise him? Be shocked? Or fear him as they feared us?

Big sister and I were stronger than many people and far stronger than the average children of our age, and we knew this fact.

And we knew the fact that we were still far weaker than the one who was better than us in both magic and weapon.

I knew he wasn\'t a genius in magic or anything that he would understand things in one glance like I or sister did.

His talent was unique from ours, and it was something unique of his own.

And he had told us this many times and even a while ago when he was about to start.

He said I would be the greatest mage without any doubt and after hearing it from him like that... I had no doubt anymore.

He knew he was a magic archer, so I was a mage for true meaning.

A magician, someone who ruled over magic, and that magic... be it any kind or type, was the same for me.

When he was fighting with sister Carla, I couldn\'t even see what was going on, even after using a spell that slowed their moments in my eyes.

And... ironically, I made that spell on the spot.

He told me to make my own spells and though I have done it in the past, I never did something like this in situations like this.

But now that I was seeing his magic, his way to cast the spells like this, and all these amazing things about him, I just wanted to beat him and be greater than him.

Not in strength, not in sword, but... as a mage.

He believed in me and offered his precious notes as a reward, and I knew just how amazing it would be to have something like that.

Though the notes were of basic magic, he never said what kind of basic magic.

And we were talking about thirty-six thousand fully written pages... just how many things would there be?

At least a few new magic that we didn\'t know, and at least a hundred magic that he used?

That would be the least, and having something like that was nothing shorter than a blessing to us mages.

He knew the value of his spells; he knew just how amazing he was, and he believed in me to offer something so great just after passing this comparatively simple test.

I couldn\'t admire him more than I breathed and, making him my goal was the greatest decision I had made as a little child.

I knew, in other\'s eyes, I was still a child and I was, in most cases but, when it came to magic, they knew I was more than most adult mages out there.

Everyone believed I can dismantle a spell from a different race even though it was cast so perfectly that their own kind would admire it.

And I knew I could do this easily... in fact, I was halfway done.

All kinds of magic were easy for me.

To understand, to cast, to dismantle.

If it was something within my range of power, I knew it was easy for me.

But his spells... the ones he used and showed us in this first time of our meeting... they were different.

I knew even I would have to do a lot of work if I wanted to learn those spells.

There were many things special about those spells.

I knew about his (Script casting) method and that ability was amazing itself.

I could understand that remembering everything was also a curse but, he used that ability in something like that and just this fact… made me respect him.

It was painful, but he was fine.

Even my casting style, (Fold casting), was something that ate up a lot of concentration and whenever I used that, I would have a sharp headache for a moment.

If something this simple felt so painful, just how much recreating a spell that he had stored in his mind and already processed would feel?

Just how strong was his mind and body to don\'t even feel a sting from that unreal casting style?

I knew he would have worked very hard, even with his ability to remember everything.

Understanding this complicated other racial magic and cast it and… he was just a year older than me.

Even though I can dismantle his already cast spell, I would need a month to understand this spell.

But he knew, and I knew too, that after understanding it, I wouldn\'t need a lot of time like him to process that spell.

I can process them instantly after understanding them, and that was the reason I was a pure mage.

Well... the spell was really complicated, but nothing like everyone\'s original spells.

I should start making my own spells too, something that would help me defeat him in the future.

He was a better mage, at least for now.

His magic was far better than mine but, it won\'t be like this forever.

I will surpass him, I definitely will.

And I will need that diary for this goal of mine.

And for that, I had to quickly dismantle this awesome spell.

I had read about the dwarven spells and they mostly focused on the overall strength and as the dwarven race was the most intelligent one; they were best when it came to creating complicated things.

And this spell was one of their creations like that.

Because of their unique mentality and stronger natural physiques, though they mostly choose the paths of knights, there sure are mages among dwarves and these spells, their creations of a lifetime, are something they are very proud of.

Well, there is no rule others can\'t learn their magic. It\'s a rare but well-known knowledge available with approval.

He cast this spell, and I only noticed after starting the dismantle that this spell... was more beautiful for some reason, unlike the spell I had seen in the books.

And maybe this was also because he was the one who cast it?

He is amazing... but this spell, in the end, wasn\'t his own creation.

And so, dismantling this \'normal\' spell... was far easier than the ones he used against big sister.

Anyway... it\'s been around forty minutes and I\'m done with this special spell of the great dwarven race.

\'He will be proud that I finished this early, right? Hehehe...\'