The next day, as I sat in the canteen with Vilva, munching on my breakfast, I noticed Amle and Sasa heading our way. They stopped by our table, scanning the crowded room before asking, “Mind if we join you guys? Looks like there’s no space left.”
I nodded, gesturing for them to sit. It was quite a sight to see the princes blending in with the rest of us common students, like this was just any ordinary day. Vilva, ever the extrovert, immediately struck up a conversation. “Hey, about yesterday—what actually happened?” he asked, leaning in with an animated grin.
Amle and Sasa exchanged glances, each shrugging with a simple shake of their heads. “No clue,” they replied in unison, looking as clueless as we felt.
After lunch, it was time for our magic control practice. We gathered on the vast, open grounds of Meldo, a place buzzing with energy and anticipation. The task? Control a magic-infused ball and hurl it as far as possible. As I focused on the ball, feeling the magic surge through my fingertips, I took a deep breath, ready to test just how far I could go.
As everyone lined up along the field, anticipation filled the air. One by one, the students flung their balls, each aiming to send theirs farther than the rest. Sasa went first, hurling her ball with such force that it practically disappeared into the horizon. A collective gasp echoed across the field as everyone craned their necks to track its flight.
Then came Amley, whose throw, though not as dramatic as Sasa’s, sailed impressively through the air and landed a respectable distance behind. The others followed, each trying to outdo the last, and the excitement built up, cheers and laughter filling the space.
When it was my turn, I held my breath and launched the ball with all my might. But just as it ascended, something unexpected happened. A flash of silver blurred through the sky, colliding with my ball mid-air. A loud crack resonated, and my ball shattered, pieces raining down in a glittering shower. Silence fell as everyone stared, wide-eyed, at the fragments.
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"Did... did anyone see that?" someone murmured.
A hum of confusion spread, whispers turning to louder murmurs. Our instructor, Renji Takahara, stepped forward, his sharp gaze scanning the field, his presence immediately calming the storm of chatter.
“All right, everyone!” he called out, his voice steady. “The wind might have carried something into the path—no need to worry. Now, let’s all head inside.”
With that, he gestured for us to gather our things. There was an unspoken respect whenever Renji Takahara spoke; even in moments of chaos, his authority commanded attention. He walked ahead, leading us to the Thor Droom room, the usual end-of-day gathering spot for our class.
As we filed inside, the warmth of the room was a stark contrast to the breezy field outside. We took our seats around the large wooden table, still buzzing with the day’s events. Someone nudged me, laughing softly. “Guess your ball couldn’t handle the skies, huh?”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Yeah, just my luck.”
Renji Takahara stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, watching us settle. His gaze softened slightly. “Today was good practice. But next time, let’s aim for a few less… interruptions, shall we?”
The room erupted into laughter, and with that, the day drew to a close, leaving each of us with memories of flying balls, unexpected mishaps, and the calming voice of Renji Takahara as the day’s anchor.
In a dimly lit chamber, shadows danced around a tall, formidable figure. His face was obscured, features hidden beneath the hood of a dark cloak, yet his presence filled the space like thunder in a silent sky.
A man approached, bowing low before whispering something urgent. The figure listened, unmoving, then slowly rose to his full height. He turned, facing a group of figures waiting silently in the darkness.
"Prepare yourselves," he said, his voice calm but laced with iron. "We have a task to complete."
Without another word, his followers melted into the shadows, ready to carry out his command