Ah, I guess you wouldn't, being from another world and all. [Mikage lifts his hand, a series of oddly-shaped black text with a bluish glow leaving his fingers as he moves his hand through the air. After a moment he lowers his arm, and the text explodes in a rain of sparkles before disappearing.] It's sort of like using life energy and writing to tell the world what you want it to do. Though it works differently for everyone.