After his stroll, Yuvan returned to his room. As he opened the door, he was met with the sight of Toby kowtowing and uttering, "Please accept this gift, my lord, as my repentance."

"I don't see anything of value," Yuvan responded.

"I am the gift, my lord. I offer myself in service to you throughout our time at the academy and beyond. While I may not possess great strength, I can serve as your eyes and ears, gathering intel swiftly and discreetly on anyone you desire," Toby explained, met with Yuvan's unflinching gaze that seemed to imply Toby was beneath his notice. Toby then retrieved a scroll from his pocket, a blood pact scroll.

"I, Toby Dachensky of the Auskunft clan, pledge my unwavering allegiance to you, my lord. I solemnly swear to carry out any and all orders issued by you. So help me, God Almighty!"

Completing the oath, Toby pricked his finger, allowing a few drops of blood to fall onto the scroll. As the blood was absorbed, he approached Yuvan, knelt down, bowed his head, and presented the scroll to Yuvan. Accepting the scroll, Yuvan examined it. Although he was genuinely intrigued by the prospect of having Toby as a loyal follower, he maintained his composed demeanour. He looked up at Toby and inquired, "What consequences would you face if you were to disobey my command?"

It’s written on the last line of the scroll, my lord. If he were ever to disobey Yuvan's commands or prove disloyal, his heart would cease to beat instantly.

With that understanding, Yuvan pricked his own finger, allowing a few drops of blood to fall onto the scroll. The parchment began to glow brightly and then split into two streams of light. One stream flowed toward Toby's heart, while the other connected with Yuvan's own.

Yuvan issued a series of commands to test the extent of the pact: "Sit! Stand up! Jump! Fly!" Toby complied with the first two commands, and for the third, he gazed at Yuvan with an expression akin to puppy eyes. While it appeared to Toby that Yuvan was merely amusing himself, the true purpose of these commands was to assess the boundaries of the blood pact. Yuvan's previous trial had led him to deduce that the pact allowed Toby to follow orders only within his physical capabilities, which explained why he remained motionless when instructed to fly.

Observing Toby's responses, Yuvan mused, "Before delving into more complex commands, I need to acquire fundamental knowledge about cultivating internal energy from him. In the days ahead, I will gradually challenge the limits of this pact."

Yuvan inquired, "Provide me with a detailed explanation of the awakening process."

Toby, once more under the impression that Yuvan was evaluating his expertise, took a moment to organize his thoughts and began to offer a thorough response.

As per sacred texts, our internal energy lies dormant, resembling a coiled serpent at the base of the spine. This latent energy gradually ascends, flowing through the seven chakras or energy centres, resulting in an elevated state of awareness. These chakras, akin to wheel-shaped vortexes, are positioned along the spinal column, beginning from the base and concluding at the crown of the head. They serve as focal points for both receiving and transmitting energies. Illustrated as either wheel-like structures with spokes or blossoms with petals, the first chakra encompasses four petals, while the uppermost chakra boasts an astonishing one thousand petals.

Awakening constitutes a profound and potent spiritual encounter. This occurrence can be a deliberate result of practices such as meditation, engaging in tantra, or pranayama, among others. Alternatively, awakening may manifest unexpectedly. The latter form of awakening is a customary phenomenon within our realm. It's important to note that the timing and occurrence of energy awakening are believed to be beyond one's conscious control.

These seven chakras have the potential to grant an awareness of parallel planes within the universe or distinct realms beyond the physical dimension.

The first chakra, known as the Muladhara chakra or root chakra, is situated at the base of the body. Upon its activation, an individual becomes attuned to the cosmic earth element and gains insight into the fundamental interconnectedness of all solid manifestations of matter as expressions of conscious energy. This heightened awareness allows one to perceive the attributes of the cosmic earth element—such as hardness, roughness, density, and texture—as diverse vibrational states of their own consciousness.

The second chakra, known as the Svadhisthana chakra or sacral chakra, is located below the abdomen. Upon its activation, an individual gains an awareness of the cosmic water element and recognizes the fundamental interconnectedness of all liquid states of matter as manifestations of conscious energy. This heightened perception allows one to grasp the attributes of the water element—such as softness, wetness, coolness, and fluidity—as diverse vibrational expressions of their own consciousness.

The third chakra, referred to as the Manipura chakra or solar plexus chakra, is situated at the abdomen. Upon its activation, an individual attains an understanding of the cosmic fire element and perceives the intrinsic interconnectedness of all luminous states of matter as embodiments of conscious energy. This heightened awareness enables one to recognize the attributes of the fire element—such as light, colour, heat, and enlightenment—as diverse vibrational manifestations of their own consciousness.

The fourth chakra, commonly referred to as the heart chakra or Anahata chakra, resides at the very core of our being, within the heart. Upon its activation, an individual gains an awareness of the cosmic air element, thereby recognizing the fundamental interconnectedness of all forms of gaseous matter as embodiments of conscious energy. This heightened perception allows one to discern the attributes of the air element—such as movement, fluidity, subtlety, and permeation—as diverse vibrational expressions within their own consciousness. Additionally, individuals may develop the ability to sense subtle energetic connections and perceive the underlying vibratory currents of the universal life force.

The fifth chakra, known as the Visuddha Chakra or throat chakra, holds prominence at the throat region. Upon its activation, an individual gains an acute awareness of the cosmic ether element, leading to an understanding of the fundamental interconnectedness of all spatial dimensions within the universe as manifestations of conscious energy. This heightened perception enables one to grasp the inherent attributes of space—such as weightlessness, delicacy, pervasiveness, and lucidity—as diverse manifestations of vibrational states within their own consciousness. Furthermore, individuals may develop the ability to discern subtle auditory frequencies and recognize the underlying structural arrangement of space throughout the universe.

The sixth chakra, known as the Ajna or the third eye chakra, is situated at the very centre of the forehead. Upon its activation, an individual attains a profound awareness of the cosmic mind, leading to an understanding of the intrinsic unity that binds all individual minds within the universe, serving as an embodiment of conscious energy. This heightened awareness allows one to experience the inherent attributes of the mind—such as keen insight, imaginative creativity, discerning discrimination, and liberating detachment—as diverse manifestations of vibrational states within their consciousness. Through the awakened mind's dynamic activity, one gains the capacity to harmoniously integrate all cosmic elements, along with their corresponding organs and functions. This mastery over the mind culminates in the continuous flow of divine perceptions and insights, facilitating an elevated state of consciousness.

The seventh chakra, known as the Sahasrara or the crown chakra, resides as the ultimate pinnacle of our being. Upon the opening of the crown chakra, an individual attains an acute awareness of the Self or pure consciousness, recognizing it as the singular and foundational reality that pervades the entire universe. This profound realization grants direct experience of consciousness's inherent attributes—such as boundless infinity, undying immortality, serene tranquillity, and profound bliss—as intrinsic facets of one's own essence and the underlying essence of the cosmos itself.

Through this heightened awareness, an individual attains mastery over consciousness, entering into a state of Self-realization that transcends the limitations of ordinary existence. This state allows one to perceive oneself mirrored in all sentient beings and all sentient beings reflected within oneself. In this realization, the fundamental interconnectedness of all things becomes evident. One comprehends that all manifestations are expressions of the Supreme Self, which constitutes the singular, absolute reality underlying the universe. This ascension to the realm of the divine consciousness bestows upon one a godlike perspective, recognizing the unity and divine essence that encompasses all existence.

Seems somewhat reminiscent of Kundalini.

What?

It's a concept you wouldn't grasp, Toby. Go on!

"Ahem!" Toby cleared his throat and resumed.

As one embarks on the initial stages of cultivation, a sense of dormant mana at the base becomes perceptible through meditation. By engaging in practices such as Tantra and meditation, we gradually accumulate energy from the universe, arousing the latent serpent and eventually breaching the threshold of the first chakra. Upon crossing this initial awakening, some may encounter a divine inspiration that leads them to craft a unique Tantra—a method of harnessing internal energy. This might involve concentrating mana within one's palm and shaping it into a weapon or launching a mana projectile. Only exceptional talents like yourself have the capacity to devise an entirely new Tantra during this divine inspiration. The inspiration serves as a catalyst to unveil insights you were already seeking, rather than imparting entirely novel knowledge. It's akin to swiftly recalling and comprehending everything you've learned, assisting in deriving the answers you've been in search of.

The majority of clans impart their secretive techniques (Tantras) to their heirs, anticipating the potential for divine inspiration during their awakening. Such inspiration could lead to the modification of existing Tantras, shaping them into unique variations, for better or worse. This practice allows clans to enhance their grasp of these techniques and elevate their standing, effectively leveraging this approach to delve deeper into their Tantras and ascend in rank.

Being at the first chakra and possessing a high-grade tantra gives you a favourable opportunity to emerge victorious when confronted by an adversary of a higher rank, provided you exercise wisdom in your approach. While individuals strive to amass an array of tantras, they typically concentrate their efforts on a select one or two paths as they advance through the stages. This chosen path becomes their principal avenue for cultivation and improvement.

"Do you possess any such tantras?" Yuvan inquired.

"Yes, my family also holds a low-grade tantra that has been passed down through generations," Toby responded.

"And what does this tantra entail?" Yuvan further inquired.

"It may not seem extraordinary, as it lacks offensive or defensive capabilities. However, it enhances one's auditory acuity and information-gathering skills," Toby explained.

"Nothing remarkable, you say? In the hands of a skilled warrior, such a tantra could be transformed into a lethal tool. In the heat of battle, where split-second decisions can mean life or death, heightened senses provide a significant advantage," Yuvan commented.

Toby sensed the direction the conversation was taking and decided to intervene before Yuvan made a direct request. "Forgive me, my lord, but I cannot fulfil any request for the tantra. I have sworn an oath to safeguard my clan's secret techniques at the cost of my life. I would prefer to meet my end at your hands than betray my clan."

"Understood. We will continue our discussions tomorrow," Yuvan responded calmly before retiring for the night.

Observing Yuvan's composed demeanour, Toby couldn't help but speculate, "Perhaps he possesses a high-grade tantra, which could explain his lack of excessive greed for my technique."

The days swiftly passed by, with Yuvan engrossed in meditation and gaining insights into the intricacies of this realm through Toby's guidance.

The night of the inauguration ceremony had arrived, shrouding the atmosphere with anticipation and excitement. Eager and well-prepared, the multitude of students assembled to witness the unfolding of their peers' capabilities. The instructors had meticulously organized the two-thousand-plus students into various batches, ensuring that each had a designated time slot to minimize waiting. Despite this, many arrived early and remained until the ceremony's culmination, eager to identify their potential rivals, allies, and opponents.

Yuvan's batch, the final one to undergo the induction, heightened the suspense. As the event drew nearer, whispers and speculations swept through the first-year students. Some attributed the sequence to Yuvan's belated arrival, while others whispered that the academy had purposefully saved the best for last, crafting a dramatic climax to the ceremony. Amongst the rumours, the truth remained concealed, adding an air of mystery to the proceedings.

Merely minutes before his designated time slot, Yuvan made his way toward the training grounds. He had entrusted Toby with the task of gathering valuable information, a duty the latter willingly embraced. Toby had departed earlier to carry out his assignment, leaving Yuvan to focus on his imminent induction.

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Within the expansive confines of the training facility, a sprawling array of personal training arenas, combat grounds, and even a scaled-down battlefield formed a tapestry of rigorous preparation. As students strove to hone their skills and ascend the ranks, these diverse training spaces offered the means to do so.

Toward the facility's right flank stood the focal point of anticipation—the site of the induction ceremony. Here, a circular field unveiled its enigmatic allure, its surface adorned with an intricate mosaic of blue crystals that emitted a soft, ethereal glow. Bathed in the silvery luminescence of the full moon, these crystals cast a captivating blue aura, lending an otherworldly ambience to the surroundings. Tradition dictated that the induction ceremony was an exclusive affair, reserved solely for the auspicious alignment of the moon's radiant splendour.

Nestled at the heart of this captivating expanse, a pivotal feature took centre stage—a grand staircase comprised of ninety-nine steps. Ascending toward a raised platform, this stairway beckoned with an air of mystique. The platform itself was a mesmerizing sight, paved with hearthstones that blazed with a fiery red intensity, casting their passionate hues upon the moonlit night. It was upon this platform that students were summoned to tread, each step symbolizing an ascent toward their dormant inner Qi's revelation.

Guided by a sense of purpose, students embarked on this sacred journey, their footsteps resounding against the backdrop of profound silence. The number of steps undertaken by each individual held an intrinsic significance—a litmus test of their latent potential and untapped power. However, a subtle yet potent enchantment imbued the scene, a formation designed with meticulous precision. This enchantment wielded its influence over fledgling cultivators, thwarting their attempts to draw energy from external sources. Instead, it compelled them to rely solely upon their intrinsic wellspring of energy. Thus, an impartial evaluation of their capabilities unfolded—a testament to their innate prowess, stripped of any undue advantages. This deliberate equalizer ensured that the silver spoons, those who had inherited an early advantage in the realm of cultivation, could not leverage their privileged status to tilt the scales.

Upon the culmination of the ceremony, a momentous sorting awaited the students, a division that would chart their path through the intricate landscape of cultivation. This partition rested on the foundation of their endeavours—specifically, the number of steps each individual had undertaken upon the fiery stairway.

For those whose ambitions had carried them between the thresholds of twenty to thirty-nine steps, they would find themselves positioned within the D-grade talent category. Here, the reach of their cultivation often struggled to extend beyond the boundaries of the first chakra. This realm of limited potential cast them predominantly into the role of the academy's labour force—a fate entwined with arduous tasks and menial duties. Within the hierarchy of the academy's society, they often served as punching bags and outcasts, bearing the brunt of their peers' scorn. A further layer of this classification, the fifth grade, denoted an even humbler standing. Those who could not ascend past the meagre mark of twenty steps were relegated to this category, bearing the ignoble title of mortals bereft of the aptitude for cultivation. Yet, it was an exceptional rarity for clans to consign such candidates to the academy's halls, as their presence was regarded as a stinging indictment of inadequacy.

Stepping forth with strides spanning forty to fifty-nine steps, those students emerged as holders of C-grade talent. While they could aspire to breach the boundaries of the second chakra, breaking into the third chakra was a feat that eluded most. In the academy's tapestry, they often found themselves assuming roles as low-level guards, poised to safeguard the institution's sanctity.

The echelons of B-grade talent beckoned those whose footfalls graced sixty to seventy-nine steps. While their ascent remained capped at the fifth stage, these cultivators occasionally managed to pierce the confines of this limitation. Within the academy's dynamic, they staked their claim as officers, steering the ship of authority, or in select instances, ascending to the esteemed mantle of clan leaders—a beacon of guidance within their respective familial domains.

Exalted within the roster of A-grade talent were those who traversed the stairway with strides numbering eighty to ninety-nine steps. Possessing the capacity to surmount the confines of the fifth chakra and embark upon the journey beyond, these individuals embodied the seeds of greatness. Cast in the role of rare stars, they were poised to etch their names into the annals of history as the destined heroes of the continent—an aspiration that kindled the embers of ambition within their souls.

Yet, within this spectrum of distinction, a singular realm towered above all—a coveted realm known as the S grade. This echelon was reserved exclusively for those who had achieved the pinnacle—those who had scaled the platform with unyielding determination and indomitable will. As the epitome of extraordinary accomplishment, this realm stood as an unparalleled testament to the heights that cultivation could attain. And yet, throughout the academy's storied history, the coveted S grade remained an elusive accolade, a summit unconquered by any student's endeavour.

As Yuvan stepped onto the premises, a palpable ripple of hushed murmurs swept through the gathering of students. Whispers danced on the air, an audible undercurrent of awe and intrigue, as gazes flickered with curiosity and a touch of trepidation. His presence seemed to command an unspoken reverence, a recognition of his burgeoning reputation as the academy's emerging force.

Yet, mingled within this undercurrent of curiosity was a distinct desire to avoid his penetrating gaze. A subtle wave of caution seemed to guide their interactions, with many choosing to avert their eyes rather than risk an inadvertent slight. It was as if an unspoken pact had formed—a collective understanding that to ruffle the feathers of the rising dragon would be an act of folly best avoided.

Among the throng of students, Toby discerned Yuvan's figure cutting through the commotion. With resolute steps, he traversed the terrain to bridge the distance between them, his intent clear and unwavering.

Yuvan's attention remained fixated on the unfolding revelation of the year's batch, his gaze narrowing as each name left an impression. The prospect of encountering such potent A-grade talents instilled a mix of intrigue and readiness within him. Henry Tudor's impressive feat, mere steps away from achieving the pinnacle of the upper A grade, spoke of his potential. Alongside him, Selena Briggs, Rana Prathap, and Lucas Renfield formed an ensemble of individuals to be reckoned with. The description of Lucas, however, added an unsettling layer to the mix—an ominous aura tinged with the association to Levi and the moniker of a "certified psycho."

The weight of anticipation was palpable, and Yuvan's measured response conveyed a silent acknowledgement of the brewing competition. As the A graders' gazes met his, the unspoken challenge was undeniable.

Toby's voice brought Yuvan's focus back to the moment, and he absorbed the numerical breakdown of the other talent levels—B grades, C grades, and the remaining D-grade talents. The sheer numbers underscored the diversity and depth of this year's intake, leaving an indelible impression of the challenges that lay ahead. As Toby's report concluded and the instructor called for the final batch,

As Yuvan's gaze met the instructor's, a sense of anticipation coursed through him. The moment had arrived, and his focus intensified as he listened intently to the reiterated rules. The weight of the impending trial hung in the air; its significance not lost on him.

The command to form a line spurred the students into action, positioning themselves for the forthcoming challenge. Yuvan's position within the line-up was met with measured resolve, his demeanour composed as he awaited the commencement of the induction ceremony.

The instructor's voice resonated, cutting through the stillness as he clarified the straightforward rules. Each word carried a weight of implication, a reminder of the significance of this trial. Yuvan's attention remained unwavering; every nuance of instruction was imprinted upon his consciousness.

With the final words spoken, the ambience was charged with a mixture of determination and nervous energy. Yuvan's breath steadied; his focus unwavering as he prepared to step onto the path illuminated by the crimson glow of hearthstones. The anticipation was electric, the journey ahead a reflection of the uncharted path that lay before him.

In the wake of the preceding participants, the final batch of students embarked on their individual tests, a symphony of emotions playing out with each step taken. The air buzzed with a mix of anticipation, apprehension, and the occasional outbursts of relief or disappointment. The path paved with hearthstones bore witness to the struggles and aspirations of each student, a silent witness to their inner potential.

Among the line of determined individuals, Toby's turn arrived. With measured steps, he set forth, the initial stages marked by a semblance of ease. The first twenty steps seemed to come naturally, but as the count increased, subtle signs of strain began to etch their mark upon his features. By the fortieth step, a visible effort was etched upon his countenance, a testament to the challenge he faced.

With a determination that bordered on sheer willpower, Toby pressed forward, pushing past the boundaries of his endurance. Each step beyond the fortieth became an arduous journey, a test of his tenacity against an invisible weight that threatened to drag him down. Despite the mounting difficulties, he managed to reach the significant milestone of sixty steps, his body finally giving in to the strain as he collapsed onto the ground.

The instructor's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, pronouncing the outcome of Toby's efforts: "B grade talent, lower rank." The announcement echoed in the air, a reflection of his performance etched in the records of the academy. Amidst a blend of exhaustion and achievement, Toby was gently escorted back from the path, a knowing smirk gracing his lips as he settled into the designated rest area.

As he reclined upon a chair, the envy of fellow students who had not fared as well lingered like a tangible presence. The expressions of those resting on the ground, a mix of admiration and begrudging respect, spoke volumes about the competitive nature of the academy and the significance of each step taken on the path of cultivation.

The sequence continued, eventually culminating in Yuvan's turn. The instant his name was announced, an unusual hush fell over the gathering, an air of expectancy and tension tightening the atmosphere. Eager eyes fixed on the figure stepping onto the stage, waiting in suspense for a display worthy of an A-grade talent or higher.

Yuvan advanced with measured steps toward the pathway, each movement deliberate yet betraying an undercurrent of hidden effort. As his foot met the first hearthstone, an almost imperceptible ripple of struggle surged through him, as though a monumental weight pressed upon his very being. He pressed on, his determination evident, though beads of sweat soon traced paths down his face, betraying the arduous task he faced.

Each step seemed to extract a toll, his progress marked by a blend of resolve and subtle discomfort. The crowd observed, initially perplexed, then slowly coming to terms with the monumental effort unfolding before them. Yuvan's poise and steady pace carried a deceptive sense of ease, yet his inner struggle was undeniable.

The realization rippled through the audience as they beheld Yuvan's quiet battle, a visual symphony of determination and exertion. Yet, amidst the silent struggle, something extraordinary emerged—Yuvan's unwavering commitment to advance, step by step, defying the mounting odds against him.

As the twenty-step threshold came and went, the shock deepened, eyes widening as they absorbed the unexpected spectacle. Yuvan pressed onward, defying preconceived notions and expectations. The disbelief was palpable, reverberating through the onlookers, mingling with a growing sense of astonishment.

Within this sea of spectators, none experienced a more tumultuous inner turmoil than Toby. As he witnessed Yuvan's unwavering determination, his thoughts danced along a precipice of incredulity and acceptance. Could this be the same strategist, the one who had defeated Levi Friedmann with a single strike?

Toby's internal dialogue raged, torn between disbelief and a begrudging acknowledgement of Yuvan's hidden facets. Across the crowd, the waves of shock expanded, rippling outward as the collective gaze bore witness to Yuvan's unexpected grit and resilience.

Yet, even as Yuvan's effort persisted, the jeering voices began to crescendo, an onslaught of insults and taunts aimed at his perceived struggle. Mocking calls and scornful gestures filled the air, the very atmosphere resonating with hostility. But Yuvan remained unyielding, pushing himself beyond perceived limits.

Stop with your struggle and get out; you are wasting our time, YOU FREAK!!

Mope your sweat before you go. That’s your future!!

Get out, freak!!

Get out, freak!!

The taunts and jeers grew louder, reflecting the collective frustration of those who had once viewed Yuvan with a mix of caution and awe. Yet, amidst the cacophony, Yuvan's journey continued, the defiance in his every step echoing a message of unyielding determination.

Accept your fate, man, and get out of our way!!

You better stop now, or you will get more than you deserve!!

Go away, freak, no one wants to see your struggle!

As he crossed the twenty-step threshold, the jeers took on a new tone, now fuelled by anger and incredulity. But Yuvan's resolve remained unshaken, each step a testament to his unyielding spirit. The ordeal appeared to stretch onward, an endurance test of both body and will, as Yuvan pressed forward, a single figure undeterred by the surrounding negativity.

In the midst of this ongoing struggle, Yuvan's persistence garnered begrudging respect from some quarters, though resentment and disbelief still lingered among the disenchanted crowd. And yet, as Yuvan's steps continued.

Progressing beyond the thirty-step threshold, Yuvan's body began to exude copious amounts of blood from every pore, yet his determination remained unswayed. Despite the alarming display, his resolve to continue persisted, catching the attention and concern of the watching instructors. A few of them were inclined to intervene immediately, but their instincts were curbed by the arrival of the headmaster, who entered the scene to deliver his ceremonial address.

Anticipating the unfolding events, the headmaster pre-emptively directed his colleagues not to intervene unless Yuvan voluntarily ceased his effort and physically touched the ground. His authoritative words resonated through the air, guiding the instructors' actions.

Gradually, Yuvan's progression marked the attainment of the forty-step milestone, an agonizing crawl that testified to his unwavering resolve. At this pivotal juncture, Yuvan conveyed his surrender through his halting movements, culminating in an abrupt cessation of his gruelling endeavour. He retched, expelling a mouthful of blood, a poignant symbol of the immense strain he had endured.

The spectacle that had unfolded was unlike any witnessed in the academy's history—the most prolonged induction ever. In the aftermath, even Brahma, known for his stoic silence, couldn't help but voice his astonishment. "His courage does him credit, at the very least,"

Amidst the instructors' internal deliberations and debates, the headmaster's verdict reverberated, solidifying Yuvan's designation. Pronounced as a C grade talent, positioned at the lowest rung, Yuvan's fate was sealed. The ensuing discussions among the instructors were spirited, but ultimately, they acceded to the headmaster's final decision, culminating in Yuvan's official announcement as a C grade talent.

Having concluded the rigorous induction ceremony and assessed each student's potential, the headmaster stood before the assembled crowd, his commanding presence radiating authority. With a solemnity befitting the occasion, he addressed the newly evaluated talents, the future torch-bearers of the academy.

Amidst the moonlit backdrop, the headmaster's words resonated with a sense of purpose and promise, officially initiating the next chapter of their journey. With each articulate sentence, he extended a warm and formal welcome to the students, marking the commencement of their educational odyssey within the academy's esteemed halls.

His inaugural speech encapsulated the weight of their responsibilities, the dedication required to hone their talents, and the significance of embracing the teachings that would guide their path. As the words flowed, a sense of unity and shared purpose began to envelop the crowd, bridging the divide between the varying grades and abilities that had just been unveiled.

With the headmaster's final words, a collective sense of anticipation and determination hung in the air. The ceremony marked not only the start of their studies but also the beginning of friendships, rivalries, and a journey towards self-discovery that would shape their destinies within the intricate web of the academy's enigmatic world.

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"Lord, I have acquired the requested item as per your instructions. It will be dispatched to you shortly.”

“How much time do you anticipate needing for your preparations?" inquired the figure seated within the shadows.

"I estimate that I will require approximately three months," Jack responded.

"Very well. Our first phase is slated to commence in six months. Ensure that you are fully prepared by then."

"Have you conducted a thorough investigation into the boy?"

"Yes, my findings indicate that he possesses a C grade talent, and even within that category, he ranks on the lower end. He is unlikely to pose any significant threat to us. Furthermore, it appears that your suspicions regarding his affiliation with the Celestial Hawk hold merit. There were indications of internal protection within the academy. In his official statement to the Zaštitnik, he mentioned the presence of another boy his age, likely coached by the Celestial Hawk to provide an alibi. It seems that they replaced their original target with an ordinary individual."

"Hmm, intriguing. However, maintain a vigilant watch over him, just in case."

"Respectfully, I believe that level of surveillance is unnecessary at this juncture. I have already issued a stand-down order. Our focus should be on the final stages of our preparations. The Celestial Hawks have shown increased activity around the locations of our sub-formations. It is plausible that they were dispatched by the academy to investigate the detected Qi fluctuations. How should we proceed?"

"Perhaps employing some diversionary tactics would be prudent. We could sacrifice a few pawns to draw their attention away."

"Indeed, I have already dispatched our operatives for such purposes. We shall observe the outcomes of these actions."

"Very well. Once I am ready, I will reach out to you."

"Understood."

Back at the academy,

Returning to his room, Toby found himself in a state of anxious anticipation. He waited for Yuvan, who had been taken to the infirmary due to the extensive bleeding he experienced during the induction ceremony. Despite the shock of Yuvan's lower-than-expected grade, Toby couldn't bring himself to fully believe it. He hoped to hear directly from Yuvan's lips that it was all part of a larger plan, a clever ruse to deceive others. Until he had confirmation from Yuvan himself, Toby's mind was restless.

Restlessly pacing around the room, Toby's impatience grew stronger. Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, he resolved to go to where Yuvan was recuperating. He rationalized that if anyone questioned him violating curfew, he would simply explain that he was heading to the infirmary due to stomach pain. With this determination, Toby made his way to the door, opening it quietly.

However, his intentions were thwarted when he was met with an unexpected sight—Yuvan standing right in front of him. The surprise caused Toby to gasp involuntarily, but he quickly regained his composure. With a mixture of hope and urgency, he addressed Yuvan, his voice almost pleading, "Please tell me, it’s all your ploy for something grandeur.”

Yuvan's hand landed gently on Toby's shoulder, conveying a sense of finality. "Tough luck, Toby," he replied calmly, before turning away and heading to his bed. Left standing near the open door, Toby felt a wave of shock and petrification wash over him, his hopes dashed in an instant