Pardon me if the fighting scenes are a bit lacking, it's my first time writing them.

Alternative routes are at the bottom of the story so as to prevent spoilers.

POV Change Nathaniel-> 3rd person view 

I looked upon the next match as I stood in line, it was currently a girl that foolishly- yet somewhat bravely, chosen to not take a single weapon.

Giving a small bow, she introduced herself to the teachers and seniors that watched on with slight interest in her unusual choices.

"Good afternoon, I am iris of the east," she said with a gentle smile "and I will be using magic."

"Woah? Magic?"

"Really?"

"She's probably lying." 

Countless chatter broke out in the crowd, dubious remarks were thrown out towards the girl named Iris whose smile was still on her rather cute face.

Despite the commotion and the shock of possibly having a magician as a opponent, the opponent, a girl, gave a cruel smile and shortly introduced herself "Kua, whip user." 

In her small calloused hands were a provided whip of the academy, the weapon was rather simple really, merely a whip without any special modifications or designs.

Without any unnecessary exchange of words, the girl named Kua pounced, closing the difference between the other girl and her, she swung her whip back and front, using the momentum to accumulate weight onto the strength of the whip.

Immediately, the what seemed to be defenseless girl, dropped her smile and the ground in front of her was raised upwards, forming a barrier that prevented the whip from hitting her.

"Pak!" A loud sound was heard from the tables, a big chested girl with a blue uniform slammed her hands onto the table and said "No way..."

Similarly, disbelief ran through the crowd as their image of the originally mentally disabled girl was changed into a magician.

One must know, that in such a barbaric place, magic was seen as "art" or for the weak, although there were small amounts magicians in the earlier generations of this country, the heavy discrimination brought their doom, unlucky ones died with their families while "lucky" ones escaped the country.

Since there was no more magicians living in this country, there were no teachers that could teach and similar to the art of the sword or the art of the bow, regular humans cannot easily self learn it.

While talented people could grasp even the slightest of mana, they lack the knowledge of the magicians and magic books, none of which easily found in Caswuador.

In the current Caswuador, it's slow progress on the technology industry and many other ones along with the fact that it was a barbaric society that waged wars easily made it a bad choice for any magician to go.

Slowly, the opinions of magicians were changed after the last war whereas the prince who had learnt magic secretly in the castle, used a large scale light magic in their wars against the demons, thus giving them the advantage.

Although the prince had died in war, his acts weren't forgotten and his story were told to children, and many aspired to be a magician only to fail, due to the inability of the current king, their friendships with the neighboring advanced kingdoms were practically nonexistent, which was why any magic related objects essential to magic training were scarce.

Now, seeing a magician in their eyes, the girl who wielded magic, shocked them throughly, some even rubbed their eyes to ensure they were not merely dreaming.

"Bang!" The girl fired a beam of fire, which was barely avoided by Kue, on her right cheek was a burnt piece of flesh.

"Ahhh!" She screamed for a moment, but she instantly shut her mouth, gritting her teeth in attempt to bear the pain.

Again, a similar madness that appeared in the previous boy's eyes, appeared in hers and she lashed her whip out again, her heart wishing for it to strike the magician's face in vengeance.

However her anger had caused her to lose her rational, resulting in her moves being easily predicable, the clever magician who had efficiently read her movements, tilted her head slightly to the left, easily escaping the range of the whip.

Seeing the girl she had hated so much effortlessly steering clear from her attacked, she could not bear it anymore and swung her whip left and right, not bothering to aim at her vitals, only wishing to hit her.

"Oh my, are you not even trying anymore?" Mocked the magician, who evaded the clumsily yet powerfully thrown out whip by taking a few steps back and threw yet another fireball that burnt the right hand of the girl that was holding the whip.

With a injured hand, she lost her ability to efficiently use her whip, thus she threw away the whip and fell to her knees.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Die. Die. DIEE!" Screamed the whip user as she held her charred right hand by the wrist, looking down at it.

Her hand was horribly burnt, the fire ball had caused her fingers to burn off to the joints.

With such a hand, it would seem impossible to be able to hold another whip with it, however if she had trained for long, then perhaps she could learn to use weapons with her other hand, but right now, she would be seen as a liability to her family.

However, contradicting to everyone's beliefs, the magician suddenly activated healing magic for the girl.

"Ah..ah...." The girl cried out, looking back and forth at her hand and the magician, shocked.

Instantly, the leader of the blue uniformed group, shouted "We'll take her!" 

However, they were silenced with a word of the dragon group "No."

The other two weaker groups could only look hopelessly on as the magician that could very well be the one that'll pull up their rankings go, it was impossible to get her once the higher ranked ones chose to have her.

With a victory smile, she graciously thanked the dragon group's leader and took the badge.

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After that, many other battles took place, though less entertaining than the previous one, it was bloody nonetheless.

Finally, it was Nathaniel's turn, he walked steadily towards the field and introduced himself with a expressionless face "Nathaniel." As he was about to walk away to choose a weapon, the kraken group's leader called out "What's with your black hair."

With a small smile, he said "Ah, I am from the beast race, at least part of my blood is."

The leader nodded, and so, he left to where the weapons were neatly arranged, each of them cleaned after every match, after thinking for a while, Nathaniel took a sword, the only weapon he had slightly trained in.

"I'm Umar." The other boy greeted, in his hands was a spear.

Without any other exchange of formalities, Nathaniel walked calmly towards the boy, his expression changed into one of curiosity at him, although on his way here he had met many people, he never really associated with them.

Seeing the enemy close in, the other boy named Umar was shocked and without thinking, he thrusted his spear in the direction of Nathaniel who was stabbed shallowly at his left arm.

"?!?!" Shocked at the sudden hostility, Nathaniel swung his sword rather clumsily, hitting the wooden pole of the spear, the sword cutting 1/5 into it.

Although an inexperienced one would assume that the swing of the sword was done with all the strength of the boy, it was actually a powerless swing that had missed the actual opponent by a huge margin.

Seeing his slightly damaged spear, the boy kept his cool composure and thrusted it out again, this time towards the lowered hand of Nathaniel which was at his shin, but unexpectly, Nathaniel jumped, easily evading the spear, and using the momentum as he was in the air, he flipped to the position behind the spear wielding child.

"Eh?" Suddenly losing sight of his enemy, the boy was momentarily stunned, but quickly reacted by running forward, hoping to escape the missing Nathaniel.

Nathaniel, however was like a cat playing with a mouse, his raw power easily overpowering the young normal child, he jumped again, this time in front of the boy "Boo!"

Although this child had been training since he was able to walk, his young body are still limited in various ways, perhaps if he was matched with a normal child, then he would have a chance of winning, but unluckily he had been paired with a unusual child.

As Nathaniel spoke, he thrusted his sword into the torso of the boy, impaling him and pulling it out.

Like a puppet whose strings were cut, he fell to the ground, his jaw moving as if speaking, but not a single intelligent word was heard, instead it was incoherent mumbling accompanied with groans.

However, Nathaniel did not merely stop at that, remembering his father's actions with the beasts he killed, he squatted at the side and attempted to skin the poor child who was barely holding to life.

"....!?!? Stop! Nath!" Shouted a nearby boy whose head had hair was similar to Nathaniel.

"Eh?" Turning his head around, the boy looked at his twin and pointed to the almost dead child on the ground "But daddy said to not waste." 

Without speaking, the twin ran over and pulled Nathaniel up, and spoke with a scolding tone "You can't skin humans!" 

"But w-" 

"Ahem." Before he could finish, both of the twin's attention was captured by a sound that originated from a rather big chested woman at the side.

Noticing that she had captured the attention of the two boys, she looked over to the tables where the leaders sat and nodded.

Though, as she nodded, a pen flew out as though a bullet towards Nathaniel who grabbed hold of it easily, though he was slightly pushed back as he did so.

"Nn..." The girl who sat next to the dragon group's leader said, "Well, little boy, you're joining us."

With an exasperated sigh, the leader could only give her a short sideway glance before he threw out a badge.

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POV Change 3rd person view -> Nathaniel.

Throwing my bag onto one of the beds in the room, I jumped into it and rolled around "How soft."

It seems that brother was enjoying it too, a rather pleased expression appearing on his face.

Luckily, both of us had enrolled into the school and joined the dragon group, brother was much better at fighting than I was, ending it without a single injury with his quick thinking and rather well honed techniques daddy taught us.

My injury at my arm was bandaged up, and as quoted by the nurse, I healed surprisingly fast, the wound closed and scabbed over within a day.

After the registration daddy brought us to an inn and we rested there for a day, afterwards we enrolled into the school's dorm as instructed.

In the dorm was rooms created to accommodate two people at once, lucky for me and brother, it was just the right amount.

We hadn't toured the school yet, since tomorrow is the official start of a school term.

I wonder where should I go? Daddy gave me and brother each some a single silver coin...

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Fighting mediocrely would have resulted in a slower victory with a single shallow cut and result in being taken in by the kraken group.

Fighting poorly would have given him no injuries and being taken by the griffin.

In conclusion, there was no big threat at all, the spear using boy was no threat to our non human MC.

Also...

Brutality up! 

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