Thirteen days after the incident at the Angel's Tears Falls dungeon, it was the day of entry to the academy. It was an indescribably beautiful academy. There was a forest the size of three football fields. Near the academy, I looked at it with admiration and surprise. "Verslekin Academy is truly beautiful, as they say. It's the oldest academy ever built, called the Academy of the Gifted." "You, you!" Someone interrupted my thoughts with a friendly tone. I turned towards the sound to see who was calling me. "Yes, who is it?" I looked at a beautiful woman dressed in black, holding a small notebook and a pen in her suit pocket. "Are you Yuta Cassiral?" "Yes, that's me. Who are you?" "I'm supervising you until you graduate from Verslekin Academy," she said with pride and self-respect. "I'm truly honored to meet you." She looked at me with a questioning and confused look. "Thank you. You are the student who achieved first place in the written and practical exams." I was surprised by Her question was, "How can you talk to me when you don't even know who I am?" "Yes, it's me." She pointed with her finger, signaling us to go. "Okay, we'll go and I'll show you your room." I followed her towards my apartment. The apartment I was going to was the one I would be staying in for many years, so it had to be amazing, especially since I was the number one student. After a while, she opened a door leading to my room. "This is your room." My face showed surprise. It was bigger than my apartment in my palace. It was amazing. "Wow, it's big and beautiful." A beautiful smile appeared on her face at my reaction. "That's right, Yuta Cassiral. You are the first student at the Vrsalkin Academy, but you must be careful of the current first-year students because they will be your enemies and rivals, so you must be wary of them." A confident smile appeared on my face after hearing his words. "Okay, thank you for my advice, but you haven't told me your name yet." A little embarrassment appeared on her face. "My name is Moralia. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too." Her embarrassed expression turned serious. "Let's get back to what's important. For now, your rivals, Yuta, are..." Lucy Kathalie, Gray, Beatrice, and Roichi—I interrupted him with a sly smile, as if they were nothing. "Don't count them as rivals for me right now. The real rivals haven't appeared yet."
"I need you to reserve a room for me at the blacksmiths' ward tomorrow. I need it." She quickly wrote my request in her notebook. "Okay, Yuta Cassiral, it will be ready tomorrow as you wish. And now I'm leaving. Take good care of yourself." After she finished speaking, she left the room with light steps. I watched her leave, surprised by her excessive activity. "She's gone… Tomorrow I'll craft my weapon, Kamish… System, I want to ask you something. How many years are left until Goku obtains the Cunning Writer ability?"
{Creator Master, Goku has four years left until he obtains the Cunning Writer ability.}
An inexplicable excitement appeared on my face after reading the System window. "That's good. You can leave… I'll take a short walk and check out the Vrsalkin Academy before classes start."
Three hours later As I wandered through the academy, I heard the clash of swords in the training room. A surge of curiosity gripped me, and I entered the training arena to find two men training. I was astonished by what I saw. "What's this? Grei versus Ruichi? Why don't I watch them train?"
The two swords were about to clash with tremendous force. *Slack... Slack... Slack* Grei, excitedly pushing his companion's sword, shouted, "Fight with all your might, Ruichi!" A wicked smile spread across his face.
"As you wish.
BOOM!
A huge explosion occurred, and after the dust settled, Gray's sword was destroyed. The victor was Ruichi. Gray lay on the ground with some minor injuries, while Ruichi was unharmed. He was a descendant of the Dragon Bloodline and possessed a near-infinite mana reservoir. They heard applause and turned to see a young man of average build, with black hair covering his forehead and violet eyes, laughing cheerfully. "So, you're Yuta Casseraal, the one who got first place in the written and practical exams?" I looked at him with admiration and surprise that he recognized me at first glance. "Yes, that's me. Why do you ask?"
Angrily, he looked at me. "I'm Ruichi, from the bloodline of the hero Luther, who fought the Demon King two thousand years ago. I'm of pure blood. I ranked 3rd in the practical exam." "That's good, but what does that have to do with me?" "What does it have to do with you? If it were you, you'd be second." My words were mocking and indifferent. I scoffed at his words, "Well, no big deal, don't take it personally." Several veins bulged on his forehead at my indifference. "Fight me, Yuta Cassiral, right now!" I shrugged, looking at him dismissively. "Fine, whatever you want, Ruichi. Let's fight." A black and white sword emerged, sharp on both sides, its hilt adorned with two dragon heads. He looked at my sword with a mocking smile. "You have a beautiful sword." I placed my hand on the back of my head, smiling. "Thanks for the compliment." The mocking smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression. "But that doesn't mean it's strong." He aimed the sword in attack, a grin from ear to ear. "We'll see, Ruichi." He launched an attack immediately upon hearing Grei's command, and the two swords clashed. But the force of my attack was so powerful that Ruichi was propelled at the speed of light against a wall. Grei was astonished by what he saw. A descendant of a hero and one of the greatest talents since the foundation had lost on the first attack. "Are you kidding me?" He had fainted from the force of the attack. Grei rushed towards him, worried. Regarding his close friend's condition, Ruichi's body was covered in blood and riddled with injuries. "What did Yayota do to him?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. I met his concern with indifference, as if I hadn't done anything. "I didn't do anything to him, Gree." I sighed, a sigh of frustration at Gree's murderous stare. A faint green light appeared in my hands, directed at his injured body. I glanced at Gree, suspicious of my intentions. "I'll use healing magic." Shock registered on his face. "You can use magic." As Ruichi's injuries healed, they seemed to disappear. "Yes, I can use all kinds of magic. Okay, let's continue healing our friend." He turned his gaze to Ruichi, who was beginning to open his eyes. "Are you alright, Ruichi?" As he opened his eyes with difficulty, he replied, "Yes, I'm fine."