"The teachers are coming!"
Just as Shaun moved closer to that beautiful girl, a disciple burst through the door, igniting sudden frenzy as disciples rushed to the nearest available seats.
Shaun, swiftly abandoning his thought of approaching her, hurried back to his seat beside Natasha. A hush fell over the cavernous classroom as the last of the disciples settled.
Then—they entered. Seven figures strode through the main doors, their very presence commanding respect. Five women and two men, robed in garments marked with the Silver Heaven Academy's crest, their steps synchronized with authority.
At the forefront walked Lady Grand Master Maya, who had earlier delivered the inspiring speech in the summoning hall. The disciples immediately rose and bowed deeply. Maya's sharp gaze swept across the rows of eager faces. Her arms folded, her expression stern, she began in a voice that carried both warmth and iron.
"Good morning, new disciples, and welcome to Silver Heaven Academy. I am Maya Flamefox. I hold the rank of Magistar, specialized in Flame Magic. You will address me as Lady Maya or Lady Grandmaster Maya. Any other fanciful titles will not be tolerated," Her words burned with authority, silencing even the whispers at the back.
"My subjects are Magical History and Discipline. These are not mere academic exercises—they are the very foundation of your path. History teaches us the mistakes of those who came before, and the triumphs that carved our world. Discipline forges strength from raw talent, moulding a novice into a master. Together, they will shape your magic, your spirit, and your destiny." She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.
"For the next four years, this academy will be your sanctuary and your proving ground. Today, however, there will be no taxing lectures. This first day is meant for introductions—for you to understand who guides you, and to prepare yourselves for the path you have chosen." Her eyes sharpened, like flames flickering in the hearth.
"Do not mistake this leniency for weakness. I expect absolute dedication and discipline in my classes. I am strict, yes—but it is because I care for your growth. What you learn here is not theory. It is the foundation of your strength, the key to survival in the world outside these walls."
"Now, my esteemed colleagues will introduce themselves." She stepped aside, her cloak swaying, and gestured with a firm nod. The six other teachers shifted forward, ready to speak.
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After Lady Maya's commanding introduction, she gracefully stepped aside, allowing another female teacher to take her place. A ripple of surprised murmurs stirred among the disciples. The new teacher looked far younger than anyone expected.
Short, snow-white hair caught the light like morning frost, framing a face that held both childlike innocence and quiet strength. She wore a soft pink floral hanfu, elegant yet practical, layered with a crisp white haori. Sturdy black leather shoes grounded her attire, ready for swift movement. Despite appearing to be in her early twenties, she carried herself with the dignity of a true magus.
Adjusting her glasses with a faint, nervous gesture, she bowed politely and greeted the disciples with a warm, disarming smile.
"Good morning, everyone! My name is Lily Frostveil, and it's truly a pleasure to meet all of you today. I'll be your homeroom teacher for this year. I'll also be teaching you Mathamancy and World Economy," Her voice, though gentle, rang with clarity.
"Intelligence is the sharpest weapon in any mage's arsenal. As an Arcane Rank Snow Magus, I understand the importance of intelligence, strategy, and awareness of the world around us. Whether you're mastering a complex spell or navigating the intricacies of the global market, knowledge is power."
"Many think magic is all about force or instinct. But in truth, some of the most powerful strategies and spells are born from recognizing patterns and flows—of Mana, of people, and of resources. Mathamancy is not just numbers; it is the study of magical patterns, and how to bend them to your will."
"And World Economy, believe it or not, is vital to understanding conflict, alliances, and the very dynamics that shape our magical society. A great magus must be more than a warrior. They must also be a strategist—someone who can command resources, influence kingdoms, and shape outcomes long before stepping onto a battlefield." Her gentle smile widened, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.
"My goal is to help you grow—not just as mages, but as thinkers, leaders, and strategists. Think of me as your older sister. You may come to me anytime with questions or worries. Like a team, we'll face everything together. I truly look forward to this year with all of you," She ended with a final, reassuring nod.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. The tension left behind by Lady Maya's stern presence melted away. In its place, warmth spread through the classroom like sunlight after a storm. Relieved whispers rippled among the disciples, and more than a few smiles appeared.
It seemed most were grateful that Lily Frostveil—not Lady Grandmaster Maya—would be their homeroom teacher.
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After Lily finished her introduction, a tall male teacher with black hair stood confidently, his hands firmly placed on his waist. His black, sleeveless vest, lined with vibrant red, clung to an athletic body honed by countless hours of intense training. Paddings around his waist, secured by a sleek black sash, enhanced his formidable appearance. A white haori hung loosely over his broad shoulders, creating a stunning contrast. Black baggy pants and sturdy footwear completed his outfit, marking him as a master trainer.
"Greetings, aspiring mages! I am Edward Hamilton, your Physical Education instructor. I hold the title of Magus Rank Earth Magus."
"You see, while mastering the elements is crucial, your bodies serve as incredible vessels for harnessing elemental energies. Without strength, control, and proper foundation, these energies can overwhelm you, causing serious injury... or worse. Imagine trying to hold a furious river in a twig dam. It can rip you apart from the inside!"
"That's why our focus will be on enhancing your physical strength and reflexes. I am here to help you build that strength, through rigorous martial arts training, close combat, and self-defence strategies. Get ready to sweat and grow stronger than you ever imagined!" Edward declared, flexing his bicep with pride.
Edward—a name that resonates power and discipline. One could see the remnants of raw strength, honed over countless hours of training. He might appear a charming, erudite teacher, but rewind to his prime, on the battlefield of sheer, unadulterated strength… he was not just strong; he was a beast whose strikes landed with the force of a cannonball.
The female disciples whispered among themselves:
"Wow, is he really going to be our instructor? He's so... ruggedly handsome! I wonder if he's single?"
"Oh, those muscles! I bet he gives amazing training sessions."
"I know, right? Imagine him lifting you... Maybe I can ask him out after class… or go on a date with him!"
"Edward... such a strong name… I wish I could marry him!"
A collective sigh swept through the classroom, the boys consumed by jealousy.
"What do they see in him? He's just... big. Why are they all swooning over a middle-aged man?"
"You're just jealous. Maybe you had a chance if you ever lifted something heavier than your lunchbox, Kev."
"Hey! I don't need those oversized meatballs. I have my own charm, thank you very much."
"Yeah, charming way to hide your lack of physique."
At the back of the room, Lady Grandmaster Maya's crimson eyes blazed as she observed the whispers and lingering glances aimed at Edward. A low growl rumbled from her throat. With a sudden burst of energy, she struck the blackboard with her hand. A surge of magical energy left a small crack on the board.
"SILENCE! All of you, girls! Is this how you show respect to your teacher? Behave yourselves and show some respect for Master Edward!"
A hush fell over the hall, the flirtatious whispers abruptly silenced.
"Master Edward, please wrap up your introduction quickly. The others are waiting. We do not have all day," Maya said, keeping her intense gaze fixed on him.
"Ah, yes! Sorry, Lady Grandmaster Maya. So, disciples, we'll be working hard but having fun. I look forward to seeing you all in the training ground soon!" Edward concluded, smiling radiantly.
Lily Frostveil, standing with the other teachers, offered a nervous smile, leaning toward a fellow senior.
"Lady Maya seems… intense," she murmured.
"And every year, new disciples fall for Master Edward's muscles," she added softly, almost to herself, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.
The teacher beside her, eyes sparkling, replied, "Can you blame them? His muscles are… impressive. Remember the first time you saw him?"
Lily hesitated, looking down, a gentle pink blooming across her cheeks. "I-I just… wasn't feeling well that day, that's all," she murmured, trying to regain her composure.
Her colleague grinned, winking playfully. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Lily. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm up next for introductions," she said, stepping forward with a warm smile, eyes twinkling.
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After Edward stepped aside, a woman with flowing black hair and striking green eyes glided to the front.
She wore a sleeveless pink warrior hanfu, elegant yet bold, with a crisp white haori draped lightly over her shoulders. Black leather boots grounded her presence, every step unhurried but commanding. A faint fragrance, like roses after rain, seemed to follow her.
The hall stirred instantly. Boys leaned forward in their seats, some gaping openly, while others traded frantic whispers.
"By the gods…" one muttered.
"She looks like she belongs on a temple mural…" another groaned, clutching his chest.
A few girls rolled their eyes, already annoyed.
Sakura's lips curved into a playful smile as her gaze swept the room. "Well hello there, boys and girls!" Her voice was rich, warm, and bright enough to cut through the murmurs. "I am Sakura Rosered, an Arcane Rank Forest Magus. I'll be your teacher in the fascinating world of Alchemy—where we'll unlock the secrets of magical potions. Remember, understanding your herbs and healing," she winked, "is just as crucial as casting any spell."
She tipped her head, the black strands of her hair swaying as she added: "And of course, I'll serve as your occasional healer. You'll find me in the medic room. So fear not the nicks and bruises from training—or when your experiments go… boom."
Her little "boom" made a few disciples chuckle. But when she blew a playful kiss at the crowd, the chuckles exploded into wild cheers.
"She's an angel!"
"No, a goddess—look at her eyes!"
"Can we please get injured every day? Just once, let her heal me!"
"Forget Edward—Sakura's ours now!"
And then it began.
"Sa-ku-ra! Sa-ku-ra! Sa-ku-ra!"
The boys' chanting shook the courtyard. Sakura blushed faintly but raised a hand in a queenly wave. That simple gesture made the cheers intensify until some boys clutched their hearts like stricken poets. Meanwhile, the girls hissed and muttered in their corner.
"Seriously? That outfit is way too revealing…"
"Boys are hopeless—drooling over a mature woman like dogs."
"Ridiculous. Ugh. Grow up already."
The uproar rattled the air. Maya, arms crossed at the side, had endured long enough. Sparks seemed to dance around her as she stormed forward.
"SILENCE!"
Her palm came down on the nearest table with a thunderous crack. The heavy oak split neatly in half, collapsing in two stunned pieces. The courtyard went dead quiet.
Maya's sharp gaze swept the disciples like lightning across a storm sky. "First you girls fawn over Edward, and now you boys disgrace yourselves over Sakura? This is a classroom, not a marketplace! Show some respect!"
The disciples shrank back, guilty and silent.
"Oh, dear God," Maya groaned, rubbing her forehead. "This year will be even more painful than the last."
Sakura only laughed softly and stepped closer, laying a gentle hand on Maya's shoulder. "Relax, darling. I think this year is going to be incredibly fun." Her laugh rang like silver bells, playful and warm.
Shaun found himself frozen, caught by that sound. Something about Sakura's vibrant aura tugged at him—her smile, her green eyes alive with mischief. His heart thudded in ways he didn't quite understand. But then… a chill. The hairs on his neck rose. Slowly, he turned his head.
Natasha sat beside him, her eyes narrowed into dagger slits, lips curled into a glacial smile that promised only pain. Shaun's breath caught. His hands went clammy.
"H-hey, Natasha…" he whispered nervously. "You look upset. Is something wrong?"
Her eyes glittered dangerously as she leaned in. "Upset? Not at all. Everything is just peachy, Shaun." Her voice was sweet poison. "Except for the part where you were ogling an older woman."
"O-ogling? W-what? No, I wasn't—" he stammered.
"Don't play dumb," Natasha purred, her tone low and sharp as a blade. "I saw you. Drooling like the rest of them. You have two choices. Either I end you here and now…" She tilted closer, her breath brushing his ear. "Or you wait until class is over, and I'll end you then."
Shaun gulped. His throat felt like sand. He closed his eyes, whispering a desperate prayer only he could hear: I'm going to die today. God, please… just let me survive until tomorrow.
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After Sakura stepped back, the atmosphere shifted as another teacher glided forward.
Her presence was entirely different—calm, serene, and radiant in its simplicity. She wore a milk-white saree embroidered with threads of gold, the fabric catching the light like the first rays of dawn. Long, dark hair spilled like a midnight river over her shoulders, swaying gently with each graceful step.
When she bowed, it was with the poise of one who needed no grandeur to command attention. Her eyes—bright as a peacock's plume—seemed to hold both kindness and quiet wisdom.
"Suprabhatam, disciples," she greeted, her sweet, lilting voice carrying through the hall like the call of a cuckoo on a spring morning. The sound itself softened the air, as if the restless chatter of the courtyard had been lulled into harmony.
"I am Saraswati Swarvandini, an Arcane Rank Heavenly Magus. I will be your teacher for Regional Culture and the Art of Music."
Her smile deepened as she continued, every word weaving an invisible thread that bound the disciples' attention.
"As Heavenly Magi, we are all entrusted with immense power. Yet, remember this: true strength does not lie only in the force of your spells. It is born also from the purity of your spirit. Music… has the power to cleanse the body and mind, to soothe restless souls, to bring solace to troubled hearts, and to scatter shadows of despair."
A hush had fallen. Even the breeze seemed to pause, carrying her words gently to every ear.
"I warmly invite you to join Swarkaksha, my vocal class. Together, through harmony, we may learn not just to wield power… but to guide the world toward peace."
She ended with another bow, graceful as a swan dipping its neck. The disciples exhaled almost as one, as though they had been holding their breath throughout her speech. Then the whispers began, reverent and hushed.
"Lady Saraswati… she's so graceful…"
"Her voice… it's like she's singing even when she speaks."
"Swarkaksha… maybe I'll join. If she's the teacher, even my croaking might sound divine."
"She's not just beautiful… she's inspiring."
Shaun felt a strange calm settle over him, as though his restless heart had been washed clean by her presence. For once, he wasn't thinking of strength, or rivalry, or even Natasha's temper—only peace. Beside him, Natasha's sharp edges seemed softened too. She nodded quietly, her expression unusually gentle.
"You're right, Shaun," she murmured. "She truly is beautiful. I think… we should join Swarkaksha too."
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Once Saraswati concluded her introduction, the final teacher stepped forward. A hush fell instantly.
She was tall, striking, her long black hair flowing behind her like a banner of midnight silk. The lavender royal warrior hanfu embraced her figure with effortless grace, while the pristine white haori gave her the air of someone who expected — no, demanded — respect. Every step she took was soundless, yet carried the weight of authority.
"Good morning, disciples," she began, her voice rich and perfectly measured. "I am Katherine Dragonblade, Magistar Rank Heavenly Magus. My arts are Ancient Inscription, Spell Studies, and Political Diplomacy — the pillars of civilization itself." Her phoenix eyes swept over the hall, sharp and proud, before she continued.
"The Silver Heaven Region stands strong because of Defense. Because of foresight. Because of the ingenuity of noble blood. For centuries, my family — the Dragonblades — has carved the very shield that protects you. Our inscriptions, our power, our sacrifices." Her chin tilted slightly upward, every syllable dripping with self-assurance.
Murmurs of awe stirred among the disciples. A few could hardly tear their eyes away from her, captivated by her beauty and poise. Then Katherine's tone shifted — softer, colder.
"Of course… not all who stand here are destined to uphold that legacy." She gestured lazily toward the Commoner disciples, her manicured fingers slicing the air like a blade. "Some of you lack the spark. The lineage. You may toil, and sweat, and bleed…" Her lips curved into a smile that wasn't kind. "…but dirt cannot polish itself into gold. And no matter how high you climb, the sky will never belong to you."
The words landed like stones in still water, rippling across the hall. Commoners stiffened, shame tightening their throats. From the noble side, soft whispers floated like knives in the air:
"Did you hear that? She's right—look at them."
"They should be grateful just to breathe the same air as us."
Among the commoners, heads lowered. A few clenched their fists under the table, silent, their whispers just as sharp:
"…She doesn't even see us as people."
"We'll prove her wrong… somehow."
Katherine basked in the silence she had shaped, her smile faint, victorious. Maya's hands clenched, her fiery gaze fixed on Katherine. Katherine caught it — and smirked. A silent duel flared between them, invisible yet scorching.
"It seems someone takes offense," Katherine said silkily, tilting her head toward Maya. "Perhaps they mistake defiance for strength. How quaint." She let the tension linger, then turned with practiced elegance, gliding back toward her seat beside Edward. Every sway of her robes was deliberate, as if she was reminding the room: I am above you.
Shaun lowered his eyes, voice barely audible. "She really doesn't hide it… She sees us as nothing. How can a teacher look at her disciples that way?"
Natasha placed her hand firmly on his arm, grounding him. Her voice was steady, but her eyes blazed. "Let her sneer. Let her look down. That arrogance will be her downfall. We'll prove her wrong — every single one of us."
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Once the young teachers concluded their introductions, an older gentleman with a mane of white hair stepped forward.
His presence was quiet yet commanding. A simple green woollen hanfu embraced his slender frame, its sleeves neat and unpretentious. Grey baggy pants swayed softly with his stride, while brown straw shoes pressed firmly against the floor, grounding him like the roots of an ancient tree. A plain white haori rested across his shoulders — more warmth than ornament — but on him, even simplicity carried a hint of understated elegance.
He paused beside the strange contraption at the centre of the hall and knelt with surprising ease, his movements smooth, unbothered by age. Square-framed glasses caught the light as he adjusted them, eyes sharp and observant, the kind of gaze that weighed and measured the world without judgment.
Though his aura radiated moderation, there was something deceptive about it — like a calm lake concealing an endless depth. The energy that leaked from his body was steady, yet hints of something immeasurable flickered beneath the surface, as if he deliberately cloaked a vast ocean behind the guise of a stream.
"Greetings, young disciples!" His voice rang warm and resonant, carrying a gentleness that made the hall lean forward. "I am Kunochi Sheercold, an Arcane Rank Snow Magus. Some call me Master Kunochi. Others… simply Grandpa Kunochi. For forty years, this academy has been my home, and its disciples my family."
A soft smile curved his lips. "Perhaps you have heard of some of my disciples. Lady Maya Flamefox. Edward Blackthorn. Sakura. Katherine. Even the late Emperor, Lord David Heavenstar, and our current ruler, Emperor Robert Dragonblade. Each of them once stood where you are standing now — a spark, waiting to be kindled."
Gasps rippled across the hall. Master Kunochi's expression remained calm, almost humble. "I have been fortunate to guide countless bright souls who became gems of this region. They call me the Master of Masters. But truthfully, it is you, the disciples, who have given me that title."
He straightened slightly, voice carrying more weight now. "I will teach you Regional Geography and Culture. For a mage, mastery of the land and its people can mean survival or failure. The path of magic is not walked with power alone, but with wisdom. It is difficult, yes, but also deeply rewarding." His eyes softened again, as though seeing each disciple individually. "And along that path, perhaps we will even laugh together."
When he finished, the hall buzzed like a hive awakened.
"Forty years? Incredible… he doesn't even look that old."
"Two Emperors! Can you imagine being taught by the same master as them?"
"His hanfu is so simple… yet it suits him perfectly."
"He truly is a Master of Masters. I wonder how many more gems he'll discover among us."
Shaun leaned forward, his eyes wide, sparks of admiration dancing in his gaze. If even Emperors trained under him… maybe I really can reach the top one day.
Natasha pressed her lips together, trying to appear composed, but her heart thumped in awe. To be taught by someone of his calibre… it feels like destiny brought me here.
Sabastian crossed his arms, but even he couldn't hide the grin tugging at his mouth. "Hah. Master of Masters, huh? Then we'd better make sure we don't disappoint him."
Excitement spread like fire through dry grass, each disciple secretly wondering if they might become the next name Kunochi would one day speak with pride.
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Once Master Kunochi concluded his introduction, he stepped back, allowing Maya to stand before the assembled disciples.
"Thank you for your splendid introductions, my esteemed colleagues. Your guidance serves as the foundation upon which these young souls will forge their strength."
Her gaze swept across all the disciples, letting her words settle in before continuing.
"Now, I will explain some of the academy's rules. Discipline and unwavering commitment are the cornerstones of this institution. To the new disciples, you stand at the threshold of a challenging yet rewarding journey."
"To earn the title of a Magus worthy of these hallowed halls, you must successfully navigate three years of rigorous study. Each year concludes with a comprehensive assessment: intellectual, spiritual, and physical. Each evaluation is designed to test your knowledge, your mastery over elements, and the resilience of your body."
"Fail any one of these assessments, and you must repeat the year. Fail three times across your tenure, and expulsion awaits. You will receive an Ineligible Magus Certificate, barring you from ever becoming a certified Magus."
"This is not a threat; it is reality. Magic is a privilege, earned through diligence, not lineage or luck. Embrace the challenge, learn from failures, and strive for excellence."
"The academy upholds strict discipline. Offensive magic is forbidden within these walls, except in controlled training. Skipping classes or venturing into the Forbidden Forest carries severe consequences. A formal guide will be provided. Dedicate yourselves to study, and guidance will follow."
"Most importantly, for centuries, only the elite lineage enjoyed the privilege of studying here. Seven years ago, the late Emperor David Heavenstar and Supreme Magus Gabriel Heavenstar changed that. Now, all classes—from Nobles to Commoners—study side by side. This academy is open to all, regardless of social standing."
"In my eyes, you are all disciples, equal in your pursuit of knowledge and power. Respect one another. Lineage matters not here; your potential is measured by effort, not birthright."
Maya's gaze briefly landed on Katherine, whose clenched teeth betrayed her disdain, before returning to the disciples.
"As disciples of this esteemed institution, you now inherit a legacy. A legacy built on the ideals of our late Emperor David Heavenstar, whose vision championed equality and justice."
"Anyone causing dispute or engaging in class-based discrimination will face immediate expulsion. No family name or status will shield you. Shed pride outside the academy."
Her eyes drifted subtly to Katherine, a silent challenge. Katherine's fingers tightened around her fan, her royal pride bristling.
"Maya… you insolent Commoner sympathizer," she whispered, venom clear in her tone.
"Yes, Lady Grandmaster," the disciples responded, nodding with enthusiasm.
"Aye. It feels as if Lord David Heavenstar himself speaks through her. What a welcome change."
"Lady Grandmaster Maya upholds his ideals. It's why we're here."
"A fair chance for everyone. This academy lives up to its reputation."
A ripple of excitement ran through the Commoners. Maya's words resonated, igniting hope. Shaun felt it, and Natasha, too, exhaled softly in relief.
"She's definitely… fairer than Lady Katherine. Things are changing," Shaun murmured.
"Don't compare them. Maya believes in everyone's potential. Some just can't see past their egos. With Maya, we actually have a chance," Natasha replied, her gaze steely, shoulders squared.
"And with that, I conclude my speech. Now, let us continue our journey together. I would like each of you to introduce yourselves—share your name and your dreams. We begin from the front; step forward one by one, and let your voices be heard." Maya's final words rang with authority, yet encouragement.
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