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The journey had finally come to an end. I was one of the last to disembark from the ship. Thankfully, the nausea had subsided, allowing me to retrieve my luggage without much trouble.

The first thing I did was arm myself with my sword and folding shield. I wasn’t about to be the only person walking around unarmed again. Honestly, a Hunter should always keep their weapon close—what had I been thinking, packing mine with the rest of my luggage in the hold? Never again.

I moved along with the crowd, assuming we were heading toward some kind of main administration building. Exiting the hangar and following the group through a few turns, we eventually reached a spacious square that led to the academy’s main entrance.

The path ahead was impressively wide, large enough for transport vehicles to pass each other with ease. On either side, lush parks sprawled out with well-kept lawns, vibrant trees, and neatly trimmed bushes. A few fountains, scattered seemingly at random, added a touch of elegance while still blending beautifully with the landscape.

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And then there was Beacon itself—dazzling, pristine, and majestic. Its gleaming white facade shone as if it were brand new, radiating an aura of strength and hope.

For a moment, I simply stood there, taking it all in.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the place where I would spend the next few years of my life. I admired the columns, buildings, and above all, the towers with the communication dishes that stood proudly like a monument, rising high into the sky. They seemed as if they might catch on the clouds.

Unfortunately for me, this whole delight engrossed me so much that, by the time I looked back, I was standing completely alone on the pavement. I spotted several groups of people who seemed vaguely familiar, but each of them was headed in a different direction.

“Well, I’m left alone, and I have no idea where to go. That’s just great.”

I was about to move forward when my attention was caught by a girl lying on the ground. I decided to approach her and help her up.

The moment I reached out my hand and helped her to her feet, I took a closer look at her. She was dressed almost entirely in black with subtle red accents. A bright red scarf hung loosely around her neck. Her silver eyes caught me off guard—I had never seen anyone with such striking eyes before. Her clothes felt strange, almost... burnt?

When we were both standing, the girl gave me a small, slightly awkward smile and then asked:

“Was it you? The one running to the bathroom so many times on the ship?”

What a way to start.