nd</sup> book ready by the time I''m back!” As he turned to walk away the old man firmly believe he would not see the boy again or that the next time he did the boy will have finally admitted defeat.
nd</sup> book. He said “This one will be harder than the last one. It will probably take you over two months to fully memorize. Why not just give up now?”
nd</sup> book. The old man said “There''s no way you learned everything in that book in a single month! It''s 300 pages longer and much more complex!”
rd</sup> and 4<sup>th</sup> books where just as long as the 2<sup>nd</sup> book and had even more complex concepts of magic. Again the boy finished both in one month each and was able to answer every question the old man asked. It was then the old man realized if he kept giving him book after book this boy would just keep reading them and coming back. He would need to try something else to be rid of the boy.
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You old fool, how could you have not seen it coming? You''re not fit to be a teacher to any student and you know it. It''s your fault he died. It''s your fault that barrier went up. It''s all cause you''re not fit to teach anyone”.
He took a look out the window and saw the boy still rubbing the numbness out of his legs and trying to keep them from cramping up “You promised yourself never to teach another student again”.
The old man realized now how much he missed talking about and teaching magic; and how lonely he had been all these years. He had actually began to look forward to the boy coming over. For all the hemming and hawing made; he really had started to look forward to it.
He would only teach the boy a little and then find a suitable teacher for him. There must be someone he could find. He would only teach him a little bit and that''s all... that''s all. He said it to himself over and over until he believed it again; mostly he believed it anyway.