Kenneth
"My that looks excruciating. Let it fade and do it again. I want you to do that over and over again until you can summon that little ball with no pain and little effort. Do it as we walk, as we talk, while you eat. As long as your body can handle doing it, I want you to. Magic is like a muscle, Valac, you need to work it out. Repetitive use breaks the veins that push your mana and then regrows them stronger- so keep at it." He said, taking a new set of nails out and drawing his blade to carve rotating grooves around the metal rods. 

"As your magic develops, it's important to know that whatever your magic can do is limited only by how you apply it. For example, my affinity with wind and fire comes from my mother, and she was very talented. However she was good at close range abilities, and I inherited that predisposition. What that means is my magic is crap for long range attacks- but I can work around that. Using my wind to rotate a projectile and fire to heat it, once I flick it with my strength it becomes like a... What are those things called? Muskets? They fire... Bullets right? Such a strange new device but it inspired me. I basically create my own bullet, all the while only using close range magics." He gave Valac a look then as if asking, *"Do you understand?"*
Irma
"I have been doing that, but more in secret... I have a bit of a method down, but since I'm already passed that, I will follow your directions." 

*He nodded in affirmation. Valac began to practice, repeating creating the sphere in his hand. He created the sphere a lot faster than initially summoning it... Then began to repeat the process. Dissolve. Recreate. Dissolve, recreate. Valac would repeat just as Noctis demanded. Valac understood what Noctis was saying with relative ease. Though, he would let out some gasps of pain for every time he summoned the sphere. It became less and less noticeable, as he was slowly growing more and more used to it. His development accelerated at an unprecedented rate. Valac was astonished himself, even surprised that the regenerative capabilities would cause the palm of his hand to overheat yet adapt to the ability. He continued to play around with it. Not yet tossing it into a sphere.* 

"It's agonizing, yet I'm slowly getting use to it. Yet... I feel like I need more than just mere training. Not yet though..." 

*He said in reference to the key pieces that were recognized in his mind to unlock is full latent potential. Through the process of practice and maintaining control over his power he believed that the transition to transform into something greater would be far easier. Possibly even reaching a new height if he did not follow Noctis the entire time. Throughout the time has passed, with his adventure with Noctis, it proved beneficial. He had achieved feats he had not yet reached in the entirety of his life. He wanted to retain his friendship with Noctis and even continue to follow him. He was this being who was a muse to him. Something that he admired and strived. Wanting to achieve the power he has, or far surpass him. He wanted to aid him, regardless if he was shrouded from the truth.*
Kenneth
"Good. Look, whatever your voice is telling you Valac, it wants control. Theres a good chance that when your power unlocks, the man I am talking to now goes bye bye for good. You have to think long and hard about whether or not you're willing to risk that. So... To give you time to think, you need to train *Hard.* You asked me to take you under my wing, so listen to my wisdom carefully. I have seen what happens to those who tamper with the dark, seen those who cross the lines the gods have set- its a dangerous road. The stronger you become, the less likely that darkness inside you will swallow you up." He said, patting Valac on the shoulder. He began to put out their fire and roll up their sleeping bags (he'd purchased one for Valac after earning some music at a tavern singing). 

" Come now, we're heading to Tyrex City and then around to Marsalus Village. I want to get a lay of the land before we make it to the Eternal City." Noctis' voice had returned to warm and carefree, a casual aloofness as if he were a lordling out for a pleasure cruise around the countryside. With his immense strength, he easily hoisted all their gear back up onto the makeshift sled with the carcass and began to pull. "I think we can sell this beast and its parts for some good money in Tyrex, and pick up some extra work as well." He said with a grin, holding the reins out to Valac. "You pull, exercise will be good for you. I think better when im not burning my mana." He said, and began to walk humming to himself. As a demigod and the child of an especially powerful human woman, Noctis had a large pool of mana to us, and because of his mastery of the magic he did use, he burned as little as possible when he did activate anything. 

With the sunlight filtering through the leaves and the wind blowing through his hair, he seemed a dark knight of olde legend, off to set the world around him spinning with the tales of his journeys. In some ways, he planned to do exactly that.