Initial research

Moris was one year old. Now he was old enough to crawl and explore his surroundings.
"I've been in this world for a year..." he thought. "My body is still small, but I can crawl. My parents are simple peasants. Thanks to them, I also learned a new language. This language is not foreign to me: it's like Italian. It was good that I learned it when I was teaching at the University of Pisa."
He remembered the moment of his birth. His mother's first words still rang in his ears:
"Luméa, filius meus... ventéra in Mundus novum. Sérai semper iuxta te."
The meaning of these words was: "My light, my child, you have come into a new world, and I will always be by your side."
His father's voice was also clearly heard:
"Fortem cor habeas, parvulus. Mundo obscuro lumen feres."
"May your heart be strong, my child, You will bring light to a dark world."
Maurice smiled inwardly. "Even my name is unusual - Moris. Not bad. I liked it right away. But most importantly - my guess was right: I was born in a completely different world. The language is close to Latin. The country itself seems to be based on Latin culture. Normally, it would be difficult for Japanese people to adapt to this, but for me this is not a different law of the world."
One day, Moris witnessed an amazing sight. Crawling in the corner of the room, he noticed his mother.
Elena came to the fireplace, spread her hands, and closed her eyes for a moment. In a second, a spark flew from her hand, and a flame suddenly burst into flames. The fireplace was immediately filled with light and heat.
Moris  narrowed his eyes, surprised. "How is this...?.. There is no flint. No flint. He didn't use any tools. So... is this magic?"
His heart pounded. "So I really came to another world. This is neither the past nor the future, but a completely different existence! Where there is magic, there is the possibility of alchemy. In my previous life, the laws of nature were strict, and the dreams of chemists were shattered. But in this world - everything is possible! This means that I have lost my great experience..."
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"Oh, my son, what are you doing here?" he said with a warm smile. "You are such a naughty child, one day you will hurt yourself, come on, let's go back to your room. "
He approached Moris and picked him up.
Moris muttered to himself: "Mom, do you know how much effort I spent to get there? Let me... Please, let me..."
Of course, being a baby, no one could hear his thoughts. All he could do was cry helplessly.
Elena hugged her son tightly and began to rock him gently.
"There... don't cry, my dear child."
Maurice closed his eyes and sighed. "Little babies cry when they can't say something... This is my situation. I have words to say, but I can't say them. I couldn't overcome biology... It seems like fate is testing me again. I have no choice but to wait a little longer.""

Two years passed. Moris was now three years old. This age was much more comfortable for him: he could walk and even started to talk a little. But there was still a problem - he had to hide his mind. He felt that if others noticed the adult mind inside him, they would immediately consider him a "child of the devil."
That day, Moris walked around the house. His goal was to find books. But rummaging through the drawers and shelves, he could not find a single useful item. - "It seems that my parents are not interested in books... There is no other way, I have to explore the world myself," he thought.
When he went outside, Moris watched the village. Women milking cows, peasants harvesting grain, barley swaying in a green meadow, stone houses... Everything looked like medieval Europe.
But for Moris, what was even more interesting than this scene was magic.
He noticed a peasant sitting by the irrigation canal. When the farmer raised his palm to the water, suddenly clear drops burst from under the ground. The canal began to fill with water. Moris's eyes widened and he gasped. - "This... is against nature! He summoned water without any tools? Then this is magic!"
This sight ignited the unquenchable curiosity in him. Moris immediately returned home and headed to the forge in the yard.
In the forge, his father Karl was hammering hot iron and making a shovel. - "Father..." Moris whispered.
Karl stopped his hammer and turned. - Yes, my son?
Moris asked with the innocence of a child: - Father, I saw the farmer draw water from his hand, how did he do it?
Karl smiled, looked into his son's eyes and knelt down. - "It's called magic, my son."
- "Magic?.. What is it?"
- "Magic is a method created by our internal energy. For example, - said Karl, spreading his palms and focusing his eyes on one point. After a while, a red flame burst from his palms. – “Look, now I’ve gathered energy in my palm and imagined ‘fire.’”
Moris squinted like a true scientist and watched as carefully as he could. – “And can I do it too?”
Karl smiled warmly. – “Of course, if you have a gift, try it.”
At that moment, Moris felt a faint, unfamiliar energy deep in his heart. – “Father… I’ve noticed something strange in my body, haven’t you?”
– Yes, my son, now open your palm and gather energy there.
Moris tried with all his might. At first, nothing happened. – “This doesn’t work…”
– “Don’t worry, try again,” Karl said.
He tried again with more effort. This time, the irons in the forge seemed to tremble slightly. Karl’s eyes widened. – “Oh… this…”
When Moris tried again, the irons clearly moved. The science of his past life immediately came to mind. – “The movement of metal objects can be explained by only one law... Magnetic force!” “It turns out that Moris uses magnetokinesis magic.”
Thinking like a scientist, he imagined himself pulling the little hammer towards him.
The hammer immediately rose and flew towards Moris! He didn’t have time to stop it – he pulled too hard. The hammer hit him squarely on the forehead.
– “Ah!” – he cried and sat down on the ground. Blood gushed out.
– “Moris!” – his father shouted. He immediately took his son in his arms and ran towards the house.
Elena was scared. – “What happened?!”
Karl barely breathed: – “Moris… got hurt…”
Elena quickly took a bandage and bandaged the wound. But her eyes were shining with surprise. – “What exactly happened?”
Karl answered breathlessly: – He… reached for the hammer and pulled it away with magic!
– “A three-year-old boy?.. That’s impossible!”
– Yes, I’ve never seen such magic before... –
Elena looked at her son with tears in her eyes. – “I knew you were a special child... ”
Karl patted his chest: – “Of course! He will follow his father."
Elena frowned: - What are you saying, our child will follow me!
- "No, after me. If he followed you, he would be stubborn, hot-tempered, he would have adopted my intelligent nature!
- Look, do you call yourself smart? If you were so smart, you would have fixed that broken table over there!
The two of them began to argue with each other.
At this moment, Moris lay down on his bed and sighed inwardly: - "This argument is pointless, both good and bad qualities are passed on from parents to children... But since there is no science in this world, people's thinking is so distorted. It means that I still have a lot of work to do here..."
After recovering from his injury, Moris's mind became magical. This phenomenon seemed to him like a completely new law that had not been encountered in his previous world.
"How does this energy work? Where does the energy come from? What is its movement?" - he asked himself endless questions.
One day, he closed his eyes and carefully observed his body, starting with his breathing. Interestingly, he felt a certain current inside him. This current was similar to blood circulation.
– “Yes... like blood... but this is mana!” – thought Moris.
As a scientist, he knew well the blood circulation of the human body. Now mana was the same - only invisible, special energy. It circulated systematically and flowed throughout the body.
– “So, to perform magic, you need to collect this mana in a certain place. For example, the palm of your hand. Then, at that moment, the power of imagination is activated. If you imagine fire - a flame will come out of your palm. But there is one problem: everyone has a different predisposition to mana. Some are water, some are metal, their eyes are fixed on the ground
. table.
– “Mine is ironing... no, more precisely, magnetic force!”
At this moment, Moris collected the current in his palm and imagined a spoon flying. In the blink of an eye, the spoon moved from its place, hovered in the air, and landed in his little hand.
Moris could not hide his joy.
– "It really worked! It means that I have a special talent... to my parents' surprise, it is a very rare ability. But this is only the beginning. The nature of magic is much more complex... I still have to study it!"
Thus, Moris conducted his first experiment and made a new vow to himself: I will not rest until I have discovered all the secrets of magic in this world.
The next day, Moris again went out into the empty courtyard behind the house. The sun was setting, long shadows stretched across the ground. He had a bag of iron powder in his hand. He gently scattered it on the ground, spread his palms, and took a deep breath.
– "Okay... Today I have to figure everything out," he thought to himself.
The iron powder trembled slightly. Moris imagined gathering mana in his palms and pulling them towards him. Suddenly, the metals floated in the air, clanging against each other.
But at that moment, Moris felt as if he had been knocked over. His ears were ringing, his eyes were black. It was as if all the strength was draining from his body. He slumped down and knelt down.
– “What is this?.. I am getting weaker... like a person who has lost blood... ”
His heart was pounding, his breathing was labored. When he slowly lowered his palm, the metals trembled and fell to the ground.
Moris  hugged his knees and bowed his head. He thought:
– “My theory was not wrong. Mana really circulates like blood. My current weakness is a sign that the mana reserves in my body are depleted. Therefore, magic is not an infinite power. If blood is essential for life, then mana is also just as necessary.”
He stared at the horizon and took a deep breath. He repeated each word in his mind:
– “When mana runs out, a person becomes weaker. But if you do not use it, it is stored in the body. Over time, it will replenish itself. However, for complex magic, a huge amount of mana is required. Therefore, magic must be used with calculation. Otherwise, you will risk your own life... ”
The last rays of the sun fell on his face. Although his body was small, his eyes shone with the fire of a scientist. He gritted his teeth and looked at the iron that remained in the bag.
– “No matter how complex the nature of magic in this world is, I will study it completely. I will reveal all aspects. Because this is my mission as a scientist.”
The wind blew softly, scattering iron powder on the ground. Moris  sat silently. His thoughts were now focused on only one thing - turning magic into science.
Moris now devoted his daily time to experiments. The yard behind the house became his small laboratory. Scattered iron powder, old nails, broken knives - everything became his experimental tools.
The boy spread his palm and pulled the metal towards him. It moved slightly, and Moris  wrote it down: – “A small metal spoon - spends less mana.”
Then he tried to spin the spoon in the air. This time he moved faster, but he clearly felt that more energy was being drained from him. – “The faster the speed, the more mana is spent…”
Then he took a larger piece of iron and tried to pull it. The boy’s forehead sweated, his heart pounded. The iron rose slightly, then fell with a thud. – “The more weight, the more mana is consumed,” he concluded.
Moris wiped his hands and looked up at the sky. He made a mental scientific comparison.

"It's like muscle growth. Just as muscles grow stronger through exercise, mana also grows through exercise. But just as lifting heavy weights at once doesn't build muscle, using great magic at once doesn't increase mana reserves." Kneeling, he made small marks on the ground. He wrote down each experience in brief words. But suddenly he thought,
"If I write in Japanese... someone might understand and become suspicious. It's better for me to learn the writing of this country. Only then can I write down my experiences in full, without hiding them."

The sun's crimson light colored the courtyard. Moris clenched his fists, his eyes filled with extraordinary energy:
- "The most important thing for a scientist is not to lose data. I will write the first magic book in the world myself."

Evening. Elena was hanging out the laundry.
– “Mom, will you teach me to write?” – Moris said, running quickly.
His mother turned around in surprise.
– “Son, you’re four, you’ll learn when you go to school.”
Maurice shook his head stubbornly.
– No, I can’t wait for school. I need it now.
Elena thought for a moment and smiled.
– “Okay, let me finish this work, I’ll teach in the evening.”

... Evening. The candle was lit. The mother sat next to her son, introducing him to the letters. Moris repeated with all his might each stroke written in the notebook. He was delighted: although their language resembled Latin, their writing was completely different.

Two weeks passed. Every evening, Elena taught her son to write. Finally, Moris  completely mastered the letters. His mother was amazed and laughed at dinner:
- “You are so bright, my dear.”
Maurice took his mother’s hand and hugged her:
- “You are the most wonderful mother. Thank you.”
His father, Karl, scratched his temple and whispered to Elena:
- Did he really learn to write?
- Yes. He asked himself. He didn’t say why, - Elena shrugged.

That night, his parents peered into their son's room. Moris was writing something in his notebook by the light of a candle. Karl laughed:
- Oh, he probably wants to be a writer. Let's not stop him.
They left in silence. Meanwhile, Maurice was hastily writing in his notebook:
"Magic is like a current in the veins. The larger the scale, the more mana is spent. It must be used in conjunction with calculations..."
He was writing down concrete data for the first time, on the way to turning magic into a science. He smiled inwardly with joy:
- This is the beginning of my first scientific work...

The next day. In the middle of the yard, the sunlight shimmered on an iron spoon, giving the impression that it was slowly floating in the air. Moris squinted, watching the spoon, and with a slight movement of his hand, the metal shape began to vibrate and slowly move. Soon he bent the tip of the spoon and straightened it again. There were surprised voices among the children.
— "Look, it bends metal!" shouted one of the children, unable to hide his voice.

From among the people staring at Moris, a dark-haired, brown-eyed boy stepped forward.
"What's your name?" Moris asked with a warm smile.
"Edgar... can you teach me too?" the boy said fearfully.

Moris  paused for a moment. His life as a scientist came to mind: “Research does not progress without sharing knowledge. Explaining and teaching are the foundations of science.
” “Of course I will,” he said confidently.

They stepped aside, and Moris, showing his palm, explained how to concentrate the flow of mana. He thought out every word, using scientific terms, so that even though Edgar didn't fully understand, a fire of curiosity burned in his eyes.

At that moment, a man passing by in the distance stopped. Although he looked like an ordinary traveler, the coldness in his eyes was extraordinary. He listened attentively to Moris  and Edgar's conversation, curled the corners of his lips, and hurriedly left the village.

Inside the city gates, in a large hall, the moonlight shining like silver armor, the man knelt.
— "Lord Lawrence..." — his voice trembled with respect.
— "In a certain village, a boy is explaining the nature of magic in scientific terms. Such instruction can only be given by a teacher. I believe that forbidden knowledge is being spread in the village. It is an illegal act."

A man in silver armor, his face hidden in the shadows, listened silently to the sunlight shining through the steel. After a while, his sharp, icy voice was heard:
— "Science..." he said softly, and then his voice became harsh.
— "Knowledge is the weapon of the people, if they open their eyes, they will turn against us, we need an ignorant people, destroy that village completely. Let neither the child nor the adult survive."

The knights in the hall moved slightly. The scout lowered his head and replied:
— "As you command, my lord, your command shall be carried out."

As the silver armor rattled and the unit moved, their destination was the small village where Moris lived.