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> Aventuren Academia, Where heroes are forged
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Luka found himself in his normal morning haunt-- the outside lawn of the school. He had a blanket nicely laid out on the ground and was sprawled across it. There was really nothing better than napping in direct sunlight! One might argue that things like hard work or, worse, determination were a lot better than napping. Luka would argue senselessly with those kinds of people before offering the poor mortals a blanket so they could try it themselves. He also prided himself on his ability to turn people into nappers. It was a gift.

His eyes lazily fluttered open as he heard people running around. "Wait... did classes start today..?" He mumbled to himself as he floated in the place between consciousness and unconsciousness. "Do it matter?" He asked himself, before rolling onto his other side. Sleeping was definitely more important than school. If the Academy had night classes, Luka would have been a much better student. The classes here was typically interesting enough, but there was just something unsettling about sitting in a classroom when the sun was still shining bright. What was even worse was when teachers closed their freaking blinds. Those kind of teachers were the worse offenders!

Eventually deciding that sleep was, after all, more valuable than class, Luka shut his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
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Malsira shook Gorg's hand. He was strong for sure, but at least he didn't try to feel up her scales like Axel did.

Thankfully, to spare Malsira from continuing to obsess over what exactly Axel's words meant, their teacher walked into the room. She lazily hunched back in her seat and began twirling her ink pen as he asked that try-hard Sebastian a question about white magic. Malsira had never been good at white magic, but she's also never really tried that hard at it. To her, white magic was boring. Not because it was a field of study that hadn't seen drastic improvements or discoveries for decades, but because it required too much patience and concentration. All of Malsira's spells were generally instantaneous and explosive. Being an ice Draken she, of course, had practice ice attacks, but she also had quite the penchant for fiery explosions. For her it was easy to create a ball of fire or ice unstable enough to blow up on her targets. She had, thus far, been unable to create walls or columns of fire and ice that lasted more than a few seconds. She would say she's working on it, but Malsira almost never actually practiced her magic...with one exception.

She wasn't great at it, but she spent a lot of her time trying to enchant her KEITAI to allow it to create an illusion of a scroll she'd written on and share it with other KEITAI. There was some pervy wizard somewhere that had the sharing part down, she could already summon other people's illusions to her phone as long as she was within the city limits. This was the range of whatever that wizard, known simply as Wiz-Rad, was using to send these illusions out. Malsira had worked two full summers in a potion's shop just to afford the enchantment that allowed her to view other's wonderful literary works...and by wonderful she meant ridiculous and/or smutty adventures written about well known heroes and legends. Honestly, it was pretty weird some wizard apparently as powerful as Wiz-Rad would put so many resources into a library of fan-fiction, but maybe the expensive KEITAI spell that gave people access to it provided him with more income than Malsira thought it would.

The Draken’s thoughts finally returned to the classroom and boringly paid attention to Sebastian give his introduction followed by several of her other classmates. She supposed she should say something so she raised a claw and waved it from her hunched seated position. The sparkles that Aelina created shimmering in the air suddenly burst into flames before quickly freezing over and then exploding into snowflakes that swirled around and landed on several of the student’s desks. Sebastian took exception to this and, with a visibly bulging blood vessel, quickly grabbed his school bag and covered his books with it. Monsters are so good at destruction… he thought to himself.

Malsira spoke, snow falling around her, “The name’s Malsira Moonscale, and I guess we’re showing off now?”

She had a little smirk on her face, but it probably came off as more of a snarl with her fanged mouth. This was pretty much the one trick she’d really ever put effort into, just because she thought it looked cool. It was mostly harmless, but she’d used it more than once to try to look impressive.


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Almost immediately after Marsila's display Sergei would hear a sharp thunk from underneath his desk, which had been hit hard enough that it actually got about an inch into the air. This and a pained “owww” which quickly turned into and angry “graaahhhh!”were about the only warning he, or anybody else, got to what happened next. Quite suddenly the desk was simultaneously launched up into the air and exploded into hundreds of smaller pieces as a strange girl beneath it seemed to have, given her pose, punched it.

Now our dissection of what just happens first starts last night, where the currently homeless Chiyo had been deciding on where she wanted to sleep. Figuring that the morning was the start of classes and she, having no alarm system, didn't want to be late had decided to go sleep in the classroom in question. She had even gone as far to take pride in the decision, wondering why everyone didn't do the same. Now having some nerves she tried out a bunch of different spaces, but ended up curled in a small ball underneath the large desk at the front of the room.

From there we arrive at most of this morning, where she slept in comfortably, though her dreams drifted back to training with her teacher. Then Marsila did her thing which created a sudden pop that awoke the girl with quite a start, and she jumped up only to hit her head on top of the desk. Well her animal instincts and training were clear on this one, DESTROY THAT WHICH HURT HER! So without giving it even a second thought she did an uppercut that launched the desk up into the air. Naturally the desk being unable to withstand the force of the impact broke apart at the point of connection and the top of it exploded into wood chips.

Rising to her full height Chiyo watched the death of her foe with delight, only realizing once the two largest remaining pieces (the drawers on either side of the large desk) landed on the ground that there was something far more important. With excited eyes she turned to face the class, her focus rapidly going from person to person.

“Today is class day, class starts today! I'm in class today! Today is the first day of school!!!” Yaaaaaayyyyyyy! sweeeet.gif
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Artana nodded approvingly at Sebastian’s introduction. It was obvious he was an affluent student with goals in mind and the determination to achieve them. She smiled warmly at him as he seated himself. As each of the students took turns introducing themselves, she politely listened, even managing to contain her frown from Malsira’s gaudy display.

As the snowfalkes settled on her desk and quickly melted, Artana stood and gave the teacher her warmest smile. “I am Artana, eldest daughter of House Faelan. This is my first year at Aventuren, and—“ abruptly, she was cut off by a loud crashing noise. The young elven noble looked up towards the ceiling of the room just in time to see a large broken table drawer falling directly toward her. Artana Faelan’s eyes widened in realization; My barrier earring is already exhausted! This was the first time in her life she had ever actually been in danger. She panicked, and her momentary duress prevented her from casting a kinetic spell to blast the thick wooden table out of the way. She closed her eyes just before the impact, yet nothing happened. After a moment, Artana opened one eye, and was looking up at Gorg’s massive frame.

In that moment, with Gorg casually holding the broken drawer aloft with one arm, he seemed a handsome prince from a storybook. Artana blushed, and looked away. The strange girl who had knocked the desk skyward jumped about and exclaimed happily about the first day of school. Artana was glad for the distraction.

Gorg bounced the large broken drawer in the palm of his hand a few times before setting it down on the ground next to him. There’s no way someone admitted to Aventuren couldn’t handle a simple flying block of wood he thought. He looked from Faelan to the wooden object on the ground, and back again. He didn’t register the beginnings of an angry scowl on her face, or he may have held his tongue. “Protecting you is going to be a full time job, isn’t it?” he said teasingly, much to Artana’s chagrin. The storm passing over her face made him realize his error. “Uh, I’m Gorg,” he said to her, extending a hand to help her up. She hadn’t even realized she fell. Pointedly ignoring him, Artana stood and dusted off her skirt. Gorg, trying to salvage the awkward situation, turned to face the rest of the class. “Gorg Lightblinder,” he said more loudly. Drawing himself up to his full height, he added “I’m an initiate of The Way of Stone, and I came to Aventuren to become a Paladin.”


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Again, something straight out of her fanfiction came to life before Malsira's reptilian eyes. If this is how Aventuren was going to be, she was damn glad she'd come. With the eruption of the desk at the front of class, Malsira almost didn't even notice the hulking Gorg leap from his seat and into action. He moved with purpose, with responsibility. He was an orc, but Malsira saw such nobility in him as he caught the debris and shielded Artana from harm.

“Protecting you is going to be a full time job, isn’t it?” She was able to hear their exchange. Malsira might have squealed if she wasn't trying to absolutely restrain herself. She didn't want all these people she just met to think she was a nutcase. Gorg then told that class that he was going to be a Paladin and Malsira let slip, "How diviiine," followed by a deep sigh.

She quickly cleared her throat and looked away as if nothing had happened.

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He was too slow. Sebastian had hardly stood up by the time Gorg had already intercepted the danger. This orc had out hero'd Sebastian on the first day of classes, and, hell, this was just homeroom so technically classes hadn't even begun yet! Sebastian sighed, at about the same time Malsira did, not that they noticed each other at the moment. Sebastian took a moment to regain some composure and then attempted to take control of the situation. After all he would naturally be class representative again.

"That is destruction of school property, miss!" Sebastian started before realizing Chiyo looked familiar, "and wait, aren't you that homeless person that's been sneaking around campus? Are you even a student here? I'm going to have to call the campus guard. Mr. Wildstone, do you need me to subdue her?"

Sebastian held his KEITAI up and started making the connection to the guardsmen.


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“Destruction of school property?” Chiyo's expression changed from her overjoyed and innocent excitement to a shocked deer in headlights. “I mean, umm, that was totally like that when I got here.”

Now putting aside the fact that Sebastian and the rest of the class just saw her destroy it this was still in all likely hood the least convincing lie they'd ever heard. She refused to meet any of their eyes as she said it, turning her head and whistling while she sweated bullets. She rubbed one foot with the other and nervously started whistling after she said it in an attempt to appear innocent. If it wasn't obviously apparent she was actually really, REALLY bad at lying, so much so that she'd never been able to properly keep a secret in her life. It'd actually gotten her in quite a bit of trouble over the years.

“Huh!? Of course I'm a student, I'm in class after all! Also I totally have a home I'm just not living there at the moment!” Her logic was flawless. Well it was to her at least, and she even puffed up a bit thinking that she'd shown Sebastian one. In an instant she'd gone from transparently guilty to smug and victorious. It was probably pretty apparent by now that she didn't bother with silly things like afterthought, not that she gave things a lot of forethought either.

Shiny!

With lightning fast movements she leaped over three occupied rows of desks, one of them belonging to Axel, and landed gracefully in front of Sebastian's desk. Then she leaned forward on his desk and inspected the Ketai he was holding with sparkling admiration. Her eyes practically twinkled as a look of pure wonder was on her face.

“What's that!? Is it a toy!? Is it magic, it looks magic, what's it do!? Can I play with it, please please pretty please, I promise I wont break it!”
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Nachenys’ eyes shimmered with delight as the desk exploded at the front of the classroom and perhaps his new favorite classmate became visible amidst the flying wreckage. He and Aelina ducked in opposite directions to allow the second errant draw to sail between them flawlessly. He didn’t flinch as it smashed against the desk behind them. And he hardly noticed when Aelina stood and stepped into the aisle to catch Mr. Wildstone’s messenger bag, which had sailed in an almost comical arc across the room. He was too busy studying the girl at the front of the room.

He liked her. Hobo or not, classes would be even more interesting with her around. But what’s that? Goody-two-shoes wanted to call campus security? “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Honor Student!” Nachenys said as he leapt onto his desk and crossed over to Sebastian’s with a few quick, graceful strides, landing in a crouch next to the noble boy. He reached out to coax Sebastian’s KEITAI down, before Sebastian could ruin the fun. “Things are just getting interesting. Let’s see what she does next—“

But Nachenys barely had time to finish before she was leaping toward them at lightning speed. He slid back just as she landed in front of the desk. Nachenys quirked an eyebrow as she enthusiastically began to inspect his KEITAI.

“You’ve never seen one of these before?” he asked her, eying her curiously. I mean, granted, not everyone could afford to own a KEITAI, but their use was pretty widespread through most realms. That she’d never even seen one before was surprising. Wow. She really must be a hobo, he thought.

Across the room, Mr. Wildstone watched the incident unfold looking thoroughly unamused, though in actuality, he was somewhat irritated. He’d been planning to sit on that, and his self-proclaimed student had destroyed it.

“You may not play with that KEITAI. It should go without saying that KEITAIs are not permitted in class without explicit permission.” He leveled a gaze at the three students that made it clear they weren’t being shortlisted to the top of his beloved students list. He continued after only a brief pause, “You may, however, play a rousing game of gather-up-all-the-pieces-of-the-desk-you-confettied-and-deliver-them-to-the-front-of-the-classroom. As your prize, I won’t charge you for the cost of the mend spell. Be thankful.”


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Nachenys approached Sebastian, addressed him by honor student, and wanted him to stop calling the guard. He thought about it for a moment. You know, he's right. As aspiring adventurers, we should be more than able to handed such riffraff our selves.

“What's that!? Is it a toy!? Is it magic, it looks magic, what's it do!? Can I play with it, please please pretty please, I promise I wont break it!”

Sebastian's right eyebrow started to twitch and a very angry blood vessel pulsed on his forehead. How dare this...I don't know...hobo? How dare they have the audacity to not only ignore the threat of calling the guard, but they also hadn't the faintest clue what a KEITAI was? They must not have been a real student, surely Aventuren wouldn't let in such clueless rubbish.

Before Sebastian could speak to tell Chiyo off and demand that she not resist as he escorted her to the nearest guard station, Mr. Wildstone spoke, “You may not play with that KEITAI. It should go without saying that KEITAIs are not permitted in class without explicit permission.”

The teacher's gaze met with Sebastian and the two students next to him.

DA-DOOOOOM!

Sebastian's eyes went white and his skin pale. His jaw dropped in horror. His limbs became noodles as he sunk down to the floor, a puddle of disappointment. He muttered to himself, "I am nothing but shame..."

“You may, however, play a rousing game of gather-up-all-the-pieces-of-the-desk-you-confettied-and-deliver-them-to-the-front-of-the-classroom. As your prize, I won’t charge you for the cost of the mend spell. Be thankful.”

Nachenys and Chiyo, nor anyone else in the class, saw Sebastian move from his place of shame to the front of the class, but within a blink of an eye there the honor student was. He already had an armful of desk splinters and was going about picking them up at a furious speed as he popped all about the room.

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Malsira laughed. For once, she wasn't on the teacher's shit list...yet at least. She also found it really ironic that the honor student not only was in trouble with the teacher, but that he was so eager to be teacher's pet that he was now crawling around the classroom picking up every last splinter he could find. She scanned the room to see if anyone else found it as hilarious as she did.

Wait was Sebastian really clinging to the ceiling pulling a tiny splinter out? Malsira gave a wide eyed stare before Sebastian darted away to his next cleanup location.


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Mr. Wildstone had to hand it to the Alitar boy. He’d surprised him a little. He’d, of course, been talking to the wild heathen who’d destroyed his desk when he said to pick up the pieces of it, but the end result was the same, so he didn’t stop the boy. Instead, he strolled around the area where the desk had formerly stood, somehow managing to avoid most all the wood splinters still spilling across the floor. It was a feat that would should have taken extreme vigilance, but Mr. Wildstone couldn’t have appeared more disinterested if he’d tried.

“For the rest of you… some announcements.” His robes rustled as he glided to Aelina. He snapped up his bag and withdrew a sheet from it in one fluid motion. “Here,” he said, thrusting the paper at Aelina. “Read it to the class.”

He was already walking back to the front of the classroom to attend to the desk, so he missed the look Aelina gave him, before exchanging a glance with Nachenys. But as though he could sense the silent smack talk going on behind his back, he waved a hand in offhand acknowledgment. “Oh. Right. Emrsyn boy, you read it then.”

Nachenys, who had not moved from atop Sebastian’s desk, leaned over to take the paper from Aelina and shuddered after a quick skim. It must have been written by that overly chipper office witch who sometimes filled in for the Dean of Students when she was off adventuring or whatever. She was too much for Nachenys on a good day, but somehow, she was even worse on paper. He read aloud, his flat voice contrasting sharply with the cutesy voice of the words:

Homeroom Announcements:
  • Welcome back, students~! <3 And welcome to our wonderful, new first years. New or returning, you’re all in for an exciting year. You’re all so cute, I can’t wait to meet you! (Note: Homeroom teachers may skip the previous line if they do not find their first years cute yet. ;3)
  • As returning students already know, each homeroom is identified by a (CUTE) special name, which students of that homeroom earn as a class during the placement exam. (Gooooo teamwork!) This test happens at the beginning of the school year and takes place in three phrases. During each phrase, you will find information and tools that will help you in the phase that follows. Use your skills, deductive reasoning, and teamwork to solve any puzzle you encounter. Students will be monitored and graded as individuals and as a homeroom class, so don’t be shy about getting to know your new classmates and putting your best foot forward! ;D
  • As this test may start at any time, students should be ready for the first exam to begin at any point in the next week. Upon the start of the exam, it is recommended that all students find their homeroom classmates to get a full picture of what the first exam may require.
  • As you are no doubt aware, Aventuren hosts a competition between homerooms that lasts the year. Various accomplishments including academic achievements, extraordinary scholarship, winning class scrimmages, besting challenges, and coming out on top during the semester end exams all help your homeroom score points. At the year’s end, the homeroom with the most points will be awarded Special Distinction for the year. The aforementioned placement te~st is the official start to this competition. Best of luck to you all!
  • Following homeroom, all students are expected to gather in LOVELY Leylones Halllll~ by the top of the hour. Any students who are late will be punished in a most uncute fashion!
    See you there~~~! <333

Note: Homeroom mentors should not forget to make sure all students are prepared for the exam prior to the dismissal of the morning homeroom. That includes re-explaining the above points, answering any questions, and calming the nerves of any first years. We don’t want a repeat of the neverending vomit from last year.


Nachenys finished reading and cringed. He remembered that unfortunate vomit incident. News that the exam could start at anytime had made one first year so nervous that he jumped at everything. As a result, midway through the headmaster’s speech, he’d been startled by a fly coming at his face and accidentally cast a spell that caused some of the people unfortunate enough to be hit by it to vomit profusely for the next 3 hours. It had gotten everywhere during the entrance ceremony. The spell had only missed Nachenys because he’d had the frame of mind to grab another student to use as a shield. He felt bad in retrospect, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t relieved the spell hadn’t hit him. He shook his head to remove the memory and looked at Mr. Wildstone who reached into his bag and removed what turned out to be four brightly colored pebbles.

Before any of the students had a chance to get a good look at them, he tossed them in the air. They burst in a shower of colorful dust and disappeared. Almost immediately a gentle wind swirled through the room, bring the refreshment of morning dew to all students by three, who glowed slightly. For Aelina, Axel, and Sebastian, the wind was anything but, stealing the very breath from their lungs and leaving the tangy taste of iron in their mouths. it felt like the wind had stolen the very breath from their lungs, leaving the taste of iron in their mouths and the very faint outline of two small circles side-by-side on their inner wrist, only noticeable under careful inspection.

Across the aisle, Aelina stumbled slightly. The wooshing noise, suddenly in her head, made her woozy for a split second as though it was shaking the air from her lungs. And for that same split second, she struggled to draw breath. And then, just like that, she was breathing normally again as the glow faded and the wind swept through the closed window, on its way to find the fourth student napping in the sun across campus. The corners of her mouth turned down slightly at the taste of metal in her mouth.

“Any questions?” their teacher asked.

“Yeah, what was that?” Aelina spelled in front of Mr. Wildstone’s face.

He looked like he wanted to swat the gold letters away, but instead shot her a look that said she wasn’t winning student of the month anytime soon either. Perhaps she’d come off a bit more aggressively than she’d intended. When he spoke, it was short and to the point. This conversation was barely holding his interest. “Simply preparation. You have been chosen as…team leaders of a sort. Anything else? If not, you have about twenty minutes to get to Leylones Hall. Don't be late.”


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Putting aside hot pant's (Malsira's) introduction Axel listened but didn't really bother looking up as everyone else introduced themselves. Given his current status effect he trusted that, unless otherwise directed, he was pretty much free to reorganize his notes in peace. Really he only bothered looking up at Malsira's because of her display, which actually caused him to jolt a bit himself, which was quickly followed by a scene that honestly he was not prepared for today and thus decided not to linger on.

Well over the course of the introductions he had managed to not only organize everything that fell but actually give his notes as a whole a bit more structure. He'd replaced color coated tabs, moved some miscellaneous notes to categories that fit better, and even went back and organized his outdated project folders. Typically each project had its own notebook and each outdated notebook had all relevant notes sorted and filed in an outdated folder in case he needed them again. It had been quite some time since he'd actually updated this though, since even though he liked organization he hated actually doing the organizing. Normally he'd just leave a zombie to do it for him, but considering the circumstances that was a no-go these days.

He'd actually finished at about the point Chiyo blew up the desk to which he responded instinctively by covering his notes. Luckily none of them had gotten blown away or anything. Sighing as he straightened himself he set himself to the next obvious task, getting this stupid curse off of him. Or did it count as a curse? At its most simple state a curse was a mass of magical energy tied to a person, object, or area that contained a spell. Removing it meant either unbinding the spell or disenchanting it, but both became exponentially harder the stronger the curse was.

Silencing a person via a curse wasn't difficult, Axel understood the principle of it rather well. That was using the dark arts though, white magic fundamentally operated on a different principle. One Axel didn't fully (or even partially actually) understand. If it was a sort of enchantment based principle then he'd simply have to undo the enchantment's ties to him, not all that dissimilar from a curse. If it required disenchanting on the other hand things were going to be a bit trickier, stuff like dispelling usually required you to have some understanding on how the spell worked.

He frowned as he rubbed his throat and mulled this over. If given some time he could experiment to find a solution but experimentation meant failures and he didn't want to show that in front of the Wildstone. Guy would get all smug and happy about it probably, just like a white mage. Researching it on the other hand would take some time and access to the resources of the library which meant just toughing it up for the duration of the class, which really rubbed him the wrong way. There were work arounds he could use too, like a spell that allowed him to talk through a corpse or one that whispered messages into people's ears with a slightly (terrifyingly) eerie voice and light (ghastly) chill. Doing those though were the same thing as admitting he couldn't remove the damn thing, which frustrated him to no end!

Scratching his hair with both hands in frantic frustration he growled silently just as Sebastian went into his depressed work. One resigned but silent sigh later he decided to just wait this thing out and find countermeasures for it later, all while pretending not to care of course. Not but a moment after reaching this conclusion the wind in the classroom began to pick up, scattering the notes he had painstakingly organized across the room. Reaching up to grab them Axel was suddenly out of break and struggling to breath. Flailing desperately for a few seconds he was actually panicked that the teacher was crazily overreacting to him acting out a teensy bit.

Catching his breath that jerk of a white mage asked if he had any questions, to which Axel violently -yet silently- screamed all of the many questions relating to what the hell that was and why the hell the man thought it was OK to do that to him! Definitely preparing countermeasures for this shit later, Axel decided with spiteful resolve.


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That sounded like the worst game ever, in fact that didn't sound like fun at all. Chiyo quickly and brilliantly deduced, after giving it a few seconds of thought, that this was all obviously a trick by the teacher to get her to pick up his shattered desk. Nice try teach, but you had to get up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on her.

“My teacher said that in order to master magic one had to clear themselves of all distraction and live away from the noise of civilization.” Chiyo admitted as she turned her head to talk to Nachenys, not really thinking she could bluff her way through pretending to know what one of those shiny boxes was. “Because of that I don't really know a lot of city stuff. Plus I mostly hang out with bears and they don't really know a lot about magic do-dahs, despite giving you magic power when you punch them.”

Well not hang out so much as spar, and not really spar at this point so much as beat up. One shouldn't get the idea she did it to be mean or anything, it was mostly just a game she played with them or because she wanted to snuggle with them for warmth and they were all like 'rarw! What'chu doing in mah cave!?', and occasionally because they wouldn't share their honey. Apparently punching a bear also helped to train magical powers because, as every mage knew, bears emitted magics when they were punched... but it totally wasn't like she was so desperate to do magic that she'd go around punching random bears.

Turning back to Sebastian, intending to whisper for him to meet her after class, she found him missing. Actually he was pretty easy to find with a grim look on his face as he rapidly collected pieces of wood. She'd heard of this before, when one cleared all thoughts from their minds and achieved a meditative state in the midst of battle. It was called zone, a state of hyper awareness where one drowned out everything else in exchange for a true mage's (warrior's) instincts.

“Oh my god! The honor student got up early and pulled one over on me!” Obviously this had been his insidious (yet brilliant) plan all along, to lull her into a false sense of security by thinking that the game wasn't a game and then use this state to get a lead on her with the zone state! She had to hurry up or she was definitely going to lose the gather-up-all-the-pieces-of-the-desk-you-confe...confi....confsomething-or-another-and-something-to-the-front gamey thing. So, with no time to lose, she started rushing to gather pieces herself.
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