Reborn with a Necromancer System
Chapter 135: Gravity Magic

Chapter 135: Gravity Magic

Kai barely slept.

The candlelight flickered across his notes as he hunched over the desk in his guest room, quill in hand and ink drying in messy strokes. The pages scattered before him were layered with arcane diagrams, structural breakdowns of gravitational theory, and progressive exercises tailored for a mind like Naia’s, brilliant but chaotic.

Graham had mentioned broadening her magical education, dipping into elemental manipulation, perhaps even spirit invocation. But Kai saw that for what it was: noble ambition without structure. Naia didn’t need a dozen tools she couldn’t wield, she needed one blade sharpened until it could cut the world in half.

And gravity magic, if trained properly, could do just that.

He laid out the curriculum in three escalating stages. Then it would move onto other schools of magic.

The first would build control, relearning gravity from every angle, not as a directional force but as a crushing sphere, a lattice of invisible power that could fold objects in on themselves.

The second would focus on manipulation—opposing fields of gravitational force used not just to pull, but to hurl, repel, bend.

And the third?

Weaponisation.

In essence, Naia would become a walking artillery unit.

And, adding several other schools of magic to that artillery unit would make her able to come face to face with anything and come out victorious.

By dawn, Kai rubbed the fatigue from his eyes, tied the bundle of parchment with a leather cord, and headed to find Graham.

---

The nobleman sat in the sunlit garden study, sipping tea and flipping through military correspondence. The guards outside barely looked at Kai anymore.

"Finished it?" Graham asked without looking up.

Kai nodded and handed over the bundle.

Graham untied the cord, flipping through the pages in silence. He occasionally hummed or raised an eyebrow, and once tilted his head at a particularly dense diagram. Minutes passed. The only sounds were chirping birds and the distant clang of morning drills from the training yard.

Finally, Graham set the parchment down.

"It’s a wonderful plan," he said. "You’ve a good mind for structure, despite what people say about mages."

Kai quirked an eyebrow. "What do they say?"

"That you’re all chaos wrapped in robes," Graham said, smiling.

Kai shrugged. "Not inaccurate."

"How long do you think this will take?"

Kai hesitated. "Three months."

Graham’s eyebrows lifted. "Three?"

Kai gave a slow nod. "With daily training, reinforced practice, and theoretical studies each week, she’ll not only have control over her gravitational field, but will be able to weaponise it with precision. That’s what you want, isn’t it?"

Graham’s expression turned contemplative. "What I want... is for her to be able to survive. To protect herself."

Kai didn’t respond to that. He just gave a slight nod and turned to leave.

---

Three months.

It sounded longer than it was. In truth, it gave him time. Time to find Firra, help Kleo, and maybe even secure them housing under a false name if needed. Time to breathe while the kingdom’s gaze remained turned elsewhere.

Several gold coins a week for teaching his friend? That was more than generous.

The Devourer could wait.

Aliza’s resurrection... that too, could wait.

But Carter would want progress. Proof that Kai wasn’t just lounging around eating grapes with nobles. Maybe a demonstration. Or some cleaned-up information. He’d have to send him something soon.

He also needed to visit Rael again. The trail for Firra had gone cold, and if anyone had a way of pulling secrets from shadows, it was Rael.

He made his way to Naia’s room.

It was mid-morning, the estate buzzing with daily routines. He knocked twice, and the door creaked open after a few seconds.

Naia stood in the doorway, bleary-eyed and half-dressed in a silken robe that barely clung to her shoulders. Her hair was a beautiful, tangled mess. She rubbed her eyes groggily.

"Oh," she said, blinking at him. "It’s you."

Instead of covering herself, she leaned against the doorframe, subtly shifting her posture to make her figure more prominent. Kai noticed. Of course he did. He was trained to notice everything. The way the robe hung off her nude body wasn’t an accident. Nor was the positioning of her hand on her hip.

Beyond her, her room was a surprise. Drapes of pastel fabric, dozens of scented candles, and flower-patterned bedsheets. It looked like a fairytale’s daydream, not the chaos-cursed quarters he expected.

"You’re late," she teased.

"You’re not dressed," he said flatly.

She gave a lazy grin. "Come in?"

"No."

She pouted. "Rude."

"Get dressed. Meet me in the courtyard in fifteen."

---

The courtyard was empty, save for a few birds hopping along the stone. Morning sun filtered through the trees, warm and golden.

Naia arrived a few minutes later in proper training robes, tying her hair up as she jogged in place.

"What’s today?" she asked, grinning. "You gonna teach me how to throw planets at people?"

"Close," Kai said. "We’re starting with full-angle compression."

He picked up a wooden training dummy and set it in the centre of the courtyard.

"Stop thinking of gravity as a push or a pull. That’s too narrow. Think of it like a field. A net you can collapse. I want you to crush this from all sides at once, not just squish it downward."

Naia nodded, brow furrowing. Her hands twitched as she formed the sigils.

The first attempt cracked the dummy’s legs.

By the fifth attempt, it crumpled like a tin can.

Kai nodded. "Good. Now for something harder."

He walked a few paces away and grabbed two chalk stones.

"Now," he said, holding one in each hand, "generate two opposing gravity fields on either side of this object. Pull them both at once, equal force. Then drop one."

Naia squinted. "So it’ll... shoot?"

"Like a slingshot. Like a bullet. You’ll be generating artificial velocity."

They tried it with pebbles. Every single one shattered mid-flight.

Kai frowned, rubbing his chin. "Wait here."

---

He left the courtyard and wandered toward the palace workshops. Eventually, he found a stocky man with soot on his hands and a toolbelt of nails and hammers. Construction or maintenance—close enough.

"Do you have any spare nails?" Kai asked.

The man looked at him, confused.

"I’ll pay."

"...I’ve got twelve," the man said.

"That’ll do."

---

Back in the courtyard, Kai handed Naia the small iron nails.

"These won’t shatter. Compact them into smooth spheres and use them for the velocity training."

Naia did as instructed, focusing her magic. The first few attempts failed, the nails skidding off-course or flying sideways.

Then one shot like a meteor.

Straight toward Kai’s head.

He tilted his head an inch, and it whizzed past his ear, slamming into a tree with a metallic thunk.

"Watch your aim."

"Sorry!" she squeaked.

"Line up the opposing fields better next time. They’re not symmetrical."

Naia saluted him with a sheepish grin. "Yes, teacher."

After a while, a shadow crossed the courtyard.

Kai turned sharply.

Standing at the edge of the training yard was a young boy, the prince he’d seen before, the one playing with spatial magic.

’Ugh... Royalty. This will be a pain in the ass. But, maybe I can get something out of this.’

The boy’s eyes sparkled with amusement and curiosity.

Beside him stood a mountain of a woman, built like a cathedral and twice as intimidating. Her muscles bulged beneath fitted armour, her arms folded across her chest. Her eyes said: Try something. I dare you.

Kai’s posture shifted subtly. One hand hung near his hip. Just in case.

The prince smiled.

"Is this a private lesson?" he asked, tilting his head. "Or can anyone watch?"