The Inscription he told them to draw is a level zero, grade zero. The basicest of the basics.
Even so, for children who haven't had much contact with Inscription, it was difficult. Brushes were dipped into ink nervously.
The most difficult is how much spiritual energy they have to channel into each stroke. This is difficult for even adults, because spiritual energy can't be measured. Only after countless practice would one find what works best for them.
The children concentrated fiercely, as they drew wobbling lines. Some children frown so hard that their little faces turn red.
BOOM!!!
A loud explosion was heard in the back. The sudden sound shatters their focus and all heads turn towards the sound.
Instructor Hao Ming quickly went over. A boy was standing behind his desk, his face smeared with remnants of black powder, looking nervously at instructor Hao.
"I think mine exploded..."
Hao Ming's brow furrowed as he assessed the scene before him: "How did it explode?"
