This was inspired by this prompt: Magus is Guile's mentor. And yes, the setting is long before Chrono Cross.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Cross and Chrono Trigger.
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That crash resounded again.
Hearing that, Magus stood up and balled his fists. It was truly annoying to hear the same noise again and again, and this was just like asking him to snap at Guile.
Pressing himself against a tree, Magus took a peek. Further in front of him, Guile was lying face down on the ground, immobile. Mud had stained his shirt and shorts. Damp leaves had clung onto his whole body as well. Cuts and bruises too, had occupied almost the entirety of his limbs.
Magus frowned and stomped the ground hard, crushing the branches beneath and bringing about a loud crash. He would explode in any minute and yell at Guile for his failure in mastering the simplest thing in magic: flight. Why not? Magus disliked slow learners, while he had spent at least two months to lecture Guile only about this.
But soon, Magus' scowl faded as Guile's arms moved and shuffled through the leaves and twigs on the ground. Those small, injured limbs managed to support Guile like what pillars would do for a building.
Magus grinned as he watched Guile getting up and standing in a somewhat stooped posture. For him, this was indeed, terrific. Guile was very strong as an eleven-year-old boy.
"That's just impressive," Magus said silently as a smile crept onto his face. He believed that with such resilience, Guile could last much longer before giving up on his training. It was quite a redeeming quality for Guile's sluggish learning speed.
Thanks to this quality too, Magus did not regret that he had decided to raise and train Guile. Perhaps when Guile grew up, he would be a very powerful wizard with such endurance, and Magus could use him as his ally in his ultimate mission: the search for something he had forgotten.
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