After seeing the children's newfound i, I decided to take things a step further. I turo the bckbrabbing a piece of chalk, and began to quickly sketch historical figures—some famous samurai, legendary heroes, and even mythical creatures. I drew them in a poses, their ons raised, their faces full of determination.

  As I fihe drawings, I turo the children with a mischievous grin.

  With a subtle fliy wrist, I activated my lie.

  "Do you think these characters move?" I asked, tapping the chalk against the board as if to make the drawings e to life.

  The children stared at the board, blinking in fusion. "No way," o said, crossing her arms. "They're just drawings."

  Rumia, still half-asleep, rubbed her eyes. "Yeah, they're not real..."

  I chuckled. "Are you sure about that?"

  I took a step bad watched, a smile tugging at the er of my lips. For a brief moment, nothing happehe children stared at the bckboard, their skeptical gazes fixed oatic drawings.

  Then, with a soft shimmer in the air, the drawings on the bckboard began to twitch. Slowly at first, but then more rapidly, the figures seemed to stretd shift. The samurai raised their swords, the mythical creatures began to roar, and the heroes cshed in an epic battle, their movements fluid and graceful as if they were real.

  The children gasped, their eyes wide with amazement.

  "No way! They're moving!" o shouted, her excitement bubbling over.

  Rumia's jaw dropped. "How did you do that?"

  I winked, giving them a pyful shrug. "I told you... A magi never reveals his secrets."

  The battle between the drawn characters intensified, with each warrior skillfully dodging attacks and parrying strikes. The room seemed to e alive as the children watched iheir attention now fully captivated by the animated spectacle.

  Even Keine, who had been quietly from the sidelines, blinked in surprise. She seemed speechless for a moment, irely sure how to process what she was seeing. Her eyes shifted from the moving figures to me, and then back to the chalkboard.

  "You... you made them move with your words?" Keine asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

  I nodded. "That's the magic of belief. If you vihers that something is real, sometimes it just... bees real."

  For the few mihe children watched in wonder as the drawn characters fought, sparred, and performed dramatic stunts. o and Rumia were utterly enthralled, while the other children eagerly asked questions about the characters and their backstory, intrigued by the magifolding in front of them.

  Whetle finally came to an end, I let the figures bow to the children, who cpped in delight.

  "That was awesome!" o excimed, g her hands together. " you make them fight again?"

  I smiled. "Not today, o. But maybe ime."

  The children were visibly more engaged now, their earlier boredom pletely fotten as they eagerly discussed the characters and their as. Even Keine seemed to be looking at the lesson in a new light. She stepped forward and addressed the children with a warm smile.

  "Okay, kids, now that we've seen a bit of magic," she said, "let's talk about the real history behind these figures."

  The children were listening more attentively now, their earlier apathy repced with curiosity. I could see that Keine had taken my advice to heart. She was ready to mix things up and make the lesson more iing.

  As the css tinued, I quietly slipped out of the room, satisfied with how things had turned out. Mystia had been right all along—sometimes it only took a little surprise to get people ied. And today, I had done more than just eain the children—I had given Keine a ce to rethieag methods.