((Calling Li!))
“Verdammt,” he cursed, running his fingers through his hair as his fist fell on the Art book he was reading. “How can something so idiotic be so difficult?” Honestly, what was the point of Art, anyway? It was completely irrational! How could a person just sit there and create some sort of...masterpiece?
But no amount of complaining was going to change the fact that he had to learn the subject, despite the fact that he utterly loathed it. It didn’t matter. As long as he studied the science of it, as opposed to the art, he should be able to figure it out, right? There was rhyme and reason to everything…except Art. Unbelievable.
Ludwig decided to set the book aside for a moment and clear his mind with a few books on Calculus. Now that was something Ludwig excelled at! It was all perfectly exact; the correct step had to be done at the correct time the correct way or nothing would work. He loved the intricacy of it, the meticulousness, the precision. Beautiful… The Art was forgotten as he immersed himself in Calculus.