"He didn't even think twice about killing him," the man thought. "He's not supposed to have magic. How is this possible."

  "That doesn't matter just kill the brat," the main man yelled.

  They started rushing me thinking what I did was just a fluke. The first man went for a kick and I ducked under it and punched him in the gut, launching him backwards. The second man ran passed him and went straight to me. He made a sword out of his pathetic fire magic. I also created one and clashed blades with him.

  "That attack was so heavy," the man thought.

  He got launched back and the third man still tried attacking me. He went to grab his sword from his back. I put my right elbow on the swords handle making him unable to unsheathed the sword. The first man came behind him and swung his swords towards my throat. I used my left hand to grab it, then shatter it to pieces. The third man gave up on trying to grab his sword and swung his fist covered in water magic. Instead of blocking I immediately went to attack and landed a blow with my palm to his face. The impact made his jaw dislocated. I then grabbed his arm and kicked him straight in the ribs.

  "You damn brat," the man tried saying.

  Filled with rage he rushed me without even thinking and tried to attack me. While dodging I decided to cut his arm off. I decided to let go of the blade and let it fly in the air. The third man dropped to his knees from sheer pain. I was looking upwards to my sword seeing if I aimed it correctly.

  "How is he so strong," the man thought.

  He lifted his head up a little and was staring at me.

  "Why is he looking upwards. What's going on," the man thought. "Look out!"

  "Huh," the man said, confused.

  He looked up and saw my saw my sword coming straight towards him. The sword impaled him killing the man instantly.

  "I need to wrap this up quickly I'm running out of time," I thought.

  "Why are you so strong. You're just a kid," the second man yelled.

  "Seriously I'm not strong they're just weak," I told myself.

  "They don't even have a demon beast contract. They're probably to poor to buy one and too scared to find one themselves," I continued thinking.

  The first man was simply to scared to even move.

  "Dammit you useless bastard," the man said to his college.

  The second man made a huge fireball and started yelling.

  "Just die already," the man screamed.

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  He launched it towards me at full speed. I grabbed the sword impaled in the third man and held it upwards. I swung my sword downwards cutting the entire fireball in half. The impact caused the road beneath to break then crumble.

  "What he destroyed it so easily," the man told himself.

  Before he even knew it I was in front of him and swung my sword from his right shoulder to the bottom left of his torso. He instantly died and I slowly started walking towards the first man.

  "Wait, I'm sorry, please don't kill me. I was forced to do this. I have a family," the man begged.

  I walked to the point where I was inches away from the man on his knees begging for his life. He kept on rambling on and on about being forced to do this. As I was about to speak he shut his mouth and started crying from fear. I opened my mouth and let out a few words. A few words that had a lot of meaning behind it. A few words that I meant from the bottom of my cruel, cold heart.

  "Shut up, you shouldn't even have the thought of touching my people. So just die, Idiot," I said with a dark monotone voice.

  I gripped onto his neck and sent some of my mana inside of his body. I then lit it on fire, making him burn inside out into ashes. I started getting light headed and started talking to myself.

  "Dammit it seems I'm at my limit," I thought.

  "What a pain, it's been a while since I went all out," I continued.

  I fell unconscious there on the floor. all while this was happening there was a boy from my school watching and filming the entire thing.

  "Amazing, he was hiding his magic this hole time," the boy yelled.

  "I need to show this to everyone," the boy said happy.

  The boy turned around and there was a man standing there wanting to ask a few question.

  "Please don't hurt me," the boy stuttered.

  "Don't worry, can you just send me the video," then man asked. "Sure."

  He sent the strange man the video. The man thanked him and the boy ran away.

  "There's no doubt about it. That boy is the talent I've been looking for," the man said with a smile.

  A few minutes later the cops showed up and took me to the hospital. I was laying there unconscious and I started getting dreams of my past. Dreams that I hate to the very core of my body. Dreams that contain memories that I want to forget. Now that I think about it, if it wasn't for my current family living in the world would have truly been a living hell. Why is that the case? Maybe it's because everything I've ever had was taken from me in mere seconds.Yeah, after all I'm nothing but a living curse.

  When I was little I was living a happy life with my mom and dad. They would tell me stories about them fighting on the front lines with fellow comrades. It made me want to become a mage like my parents and I trained everyday to make them proud. However, one day when I got home from school I went into the kitchen and I found it a wreck with my parents dead on the floor. The man that did it looked at me with pity and ran away. That look he gave me filled me with rage.

  After thinking about it I came to realized that people feared there power so the higher ups ordered them to be assassinated. I realized that because they had power they were feared. Those who have power have authority but will also be betrayed by those scared of that power. So I started to loath magic. I hid the fact I could use magic and was tossed from foster homes to foster homes. All of them treated me like trash because I didn't have "magic." Every night I would get the same nightmare of my parents dying and me being tortured by the foster homes. It got so bad to the point where I would stab myself when I wake up to focus on the pain rather then my emotions. That was until I met my current family. They treated me with care. Like I was there own son. So it became from loathing magic to using it to protect them no matter what. They are the reason I'm still living in this cursed world.

  After my nightmare I woke up in the hospital confused.

  "Where am I," I asked. "whoa, calm down."

  "Who are you," I asked.

"My name is Hiroyuki it's a pleasure to meet you," Hiroyuki answered.

"What do you want," I questioned again.

"Let me just get straight to the point. I want you to join the Black Eagle Academy," Hiroyuki replied.