Laying down on the bed, i hugged my pillow and checked out my status.
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[Eric Pendragon] [Race: Dragon (weakened)] [Age: 8500] [5th Circle – Expert] [Novice fighter] [Magic: Fire (blue), Earth, Lighting, ??? (sealed)] [Ability: Eye of Truth, Devour, ??? (sealed)] [Word: ??? (sealed)]**
<Devour> An ability that absorbs another being’s ability and acquire it for oneself. To activate, either kill or dominate the entity. Can only be used once a day. Can forcibly use it on a being that is not killed nor dominated, but will result in a 30 day cooldown.
Feeling happy with what he got, Eric fell asleep.
He woke up early next morning from an insistent banging on the door. This felt a sense of deja vu. Eric looked to the side and saw Parzival snoring away, unaffected by the loud banging.
Opening the door, Eric saw Lithana standing in the hallway with her hands on her waist.
“Stirring up trouble on the first day of school, you are incredible, but i’ll have to thank you for protecting my brother.”
“You are welcome, so why are you here?”
“Well, as much as i want to get you out of trouble, you still injured the son of a baron. He is furious and asking for your expulsion. Fortunately for you, you have the backing of the Bladeheart house, and my father is a marquis, so although there is no expulsion, there will still be punishment. Now lets go to the headmaster’s office.”
They took a series of stairs and made it to the top floor of the school. The headmaster’s office was loaded with magical items and achievements that he collected from his adventures.
The guy that Eric injured and his father was in the office sending death stares to him.
“Roland here said that you ambushed him and his friends at the back of the school, i advice you not to lie, this is a truth-seeking orb, it will detect and any lies you make,” Headmaster Gwydion said.
Eric could see beats of sweat already rolling down Roland’s face, he smiled in amusement.
“Yes i did ambush them…” Eric said.
“THERE he admitted it! Now punish him!” Roland exclaimed.
“But,” Eric continued, “only because Roland and his friends were ganging up on Parzival, i was there trying to prevent further injuries on him.”
Gwydion checked the orb and did not see any changes, “That’s all i need to hear, Eric you are free to go, Roland call your friends here.”
“Headmaster you can’t possibly-” Roland’s father had an indignant expression on his face.
“Silence! He had spoken the truth, “now your son will be meted out with punishment.”
Eric left with a smug smile on his face, but not before giving Roland a wink. Roland was fuming with anger.
Lessons carried on as usual. Roland and his friends came back after the fourth lesson.
After lunch break, the teacher brought the class to the school training ground for a practical lesson.
“Hello my name is Xander Sheerwood, i’ll be your instructor for practical lessons this year. Now get into groups and start practicing your control over magicules in your body, we will move on to sparring later.”
Eric looked around and measured the power levels of his classmates. Most of them are around the intermediate level, looks like noble upbringing helped increase their growth faster than commoners. Parzival’s half royal blood must have helped him developed faster than others.
After one hour of practicing, Eric discovered that there were a surprising amount of specialist in the class. Well this is the best academy in the kingdom after all he thought, only the ones with best talents and potentials were chosen to attend this academy.
Nearing the end of the practice session, Xander rounded up everyone and split them into groups. But before they left for their groups, Roland spoke up, “Instructor! Please grant me a battle with Eric, i’ll like to show everyone how a true mage fight.”
“You only caught me off guard the last time, someone as weak as you should know their place,” he gave Eric a smirk.
“Eric, do you accept the battle?” Xander asked.
“I do.” Eric said as he broke a yawn.
“Very well, the rules are as follows: All weapons are allow, you are not allowed to heavily injury the other party, now take your stances.”
Roland brought out an expensive looking staff and Eric materialized his elemental sword.
“Heh, you are pathetic, are you too afraid to use your magic against me?”
Although Roland kept rambling on, Eric’s mind was in a far away place.
“Why are you just standing there? Too scared to make the first move? Here i come then.”
“Fiery bolt!”
Roland shot out 3 bolts of fire in quick succession. The fiery bolts erupted from his staff and flew towards Eric at high speeds. When the bolts look like it was about to hit him, Eric absentmindedly raised his blade and deflected the spells in one swift motion.
“That was just luck, now let’s see what you are gonna do when i get serious.” Roland gritted his teeth.
“Fire Barrage!”
He summoned dozens of fireballs in the air above him, each of them about the size of basketballs.
“You scared now?”
But Eric was not paying attention, throughout the whole battle he had a more important matter on his mind, ‘What should i name my blade? I can’t just keep calling it elemental blade can i?’
‘Hmm, since it had a white handle shall i call it moon? Maybe Zenget- nah. Something that fits the blade…”
Eric brought his hand to his imaginary beard and stroked it in a thinking position.
Seeing Eric completely ignoring him, Roland let loose his fire balls in anger.
Applying earth element to the blade, Eric elegantly sliced apart the fireballs like butter as if he was dancing.
“Ah!” A sudden inspiration came to his mind. “I shall call it Severance, one that splits the world.”
Turning his attention back to the battle, he found Roland trembling in humiliation and fear, the face of one that finally realized how pathetic he is compared to Eric.
“Well Severance, lets end this shall we?”
In a blink of an eye, Eric disappeared and reappeared behind Roland, a blade against his neck. Roland sagged, wetting himself in fear.
“And Eric wins!” the instructor announced.
Shocked, the class looked on in silence.
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Not long after the battle, gossips could already be heard across the school about how powerful the newcomer is.
“Interesting, i can’t wait to meet him.” a guy with spiky hair said in a dark room, hands clasped in anticipation.
