Just as the tired students began to disperse with their whisps, the teacher raised his hand once more. "One last thing," he said, his tone shifting to something less strict, more thoughtful. "Tomorrow, there will be no training matches. Use that time wisely—read, practice, explore your Whisp's abilities. You're free to use the academy's library, open fields, or anywhere on campus."
He scanned the group again, pausing and looking at everyone who had won today
"I'm impressed by a few of you today—but not everyone. So don't get comfortable. Tonight, I'll post the B-Class initial ranking list. You'll know exactly where you stand. And remember... the day after tomorrow, you'll be facing challengers from Class A and even the Elite Class."
A ripple of surprise passed through the crowd. The teacher continued, his voice calm but firm, "Those battles won't be fair. They're not meant to be. They're to show you what you're up against. Now, go rest. Heal your Whisps. And remember—don't burn yourself out before you've even started."
As he walked away, conversations erupted among the students.
"Did you see how calm he was?" "Yeah, like he didn't even care—and still won." "I thought he'd be some weak orphan, but… that water-type Whisp is no joke." "He might rank high tonight. Maybe even top ten…"
Jimmy said nothing. He simply stood up and walked back toward the dorm building—silent, steady, and unnoticed once more by choice.
But this time, they were talking about him.
And for once… it wasn't out of pity. It was respect.
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As Jimmy left the training ground, a few students lingered behind in scattered groups. The teacher's final words were still fresh in their minds.
"I like that teacher" one girl said, adjusting her arm bracer. "He's not sugar-coating anything. Just says it straight."
"Yeah, but did you hear how he called half the class unimpressive?" another student muttered. "He's got zero chill. Not exactly encouraging."
A short boy with a notebook chimed in, "Still, you've gotta admit—he watches everyone. Didn't miss a single move. That guy's got experience."
"I heard he used to train elite squads back in the capital," someone added. "Retired after an injury."
"Hah. Or got demoted for being too harsh," a tall kid scoffed.
A girl crossed her arms, thoughtful. "He just respects talent when he sees it."
As the students filtered away, the atmosphere carried that distinct mix of confusion and curiosity.
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Back in his dorm room, Jimmy quietly unpacked his bag. The room was plain but clean—wooden flooring, a modest desk, and a single bed beside a large window facing the academy grounds.
With a subtle hand gesture, he summoned Luna into the room. She blinked into existence with a soft shimmer, yawning as she stretched her sleek body. Her fur glowed faintly under the warm light.
Jimmy smiled and opened two cans of preserved pet food. He placed one before Luna and kept the other for himself—simple rations, but enough for now. After eating, he gently placed four Volt Berries and two Shui-Shui Fruits in front of her. Luna chirped softly in thanks before nibbling away with delight.
"Go play," Jimmy signed gently with his hands.
Luna gave a soft purr and began chasing small light projections he cast on the wall, enjoying her break.
Up to 3 PM, Jimmy and Luna were still playing, bounding between scattered shadows and light. The laughter never left his eyes, but it was clear in the softness of his movements. In between he checked on his mobile phone for nearby shops, whisp nexus, different good places for tour etc.
After 3 Jimmy with Luna stepped outside briefly to explore the surrounding buildings. The school campus stretched wider than he had expected. At the edge of the B-Class dormitory zone, he noticed a faintly glowing spire embedded in a marble pedestal—marked with the symbol of three intertwining lines. School canteen, school hall, battle arena and many more.
But first, he had something more practical to handle.
Jimmy made his way into the nearby academy town just beyond the southern gate. At the Whilbank Branch, he filled out a few digital forms and, with some help from a clerk familiar with student procedures, successfully opened his first official Whisp Master Credit Account. His ID was verified through his school registration, and a secure chip-link was issued to him—enabling transactions and purchases related to gear, training, or travel.
After their short playtime, Jimmy packed a few training supplies and headed toward the Veyrith Whisp Nexus.
The spire pulsed gently as he approached, recognizing his registered presence. A soft chime greeted him. He held up his Data Sphere, and it synced with the Nexus. The interface lit up:
"User: Jimmy. Registered Whisp Master – Class F.
Linked Whisp: Ondirael (Water/Electric-Type).
Connection status: Stable.
Training logs: Not yet initialized."
He placed his hand on the scanning pad, and made the sphere fully activated. From now on he can check every whisps name and their data on it.
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From the moment Jimmy stepped out of his room, he could feel it again—that quiet weight of eyes following him.
Students in the hallway paused mid-conversation. Whispers rippled softly like the wind brushing past old curtains. A few stared outright, their eyes landing not on his face, but on the black cloth band wrapped around his eyes, covering the part of him that should speak… but never did.
"Is he really the one who beat Gravettle?"
"Why's he wearing that band? Can he even talk?"
Jimmy said nothing, as always. His steps were light but unwavering. Luna was on his head, ears flicking with every stray whisper. The silent rhythm of the two walking together added an air of mystery. He wasn't trying to be noticed—but it was happening anyway.
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But Jimmy wasn't done. He swiped the terminal screen to access more information. Prices began to appear:
Individual Training Room: 100 TCoin/hour
Dual Training Room (2 students): 150 TCoin/hour
Group Room (up to 5): 250 TCoin/hour
Advanced Sim Room: 400 TCoin/hour
Whisp-Gym Membership (monthly): 1500 TCoin
1-on-1 Instructor Session: Starting from 800 TCoin/hour
Combat Replay AI Coach: 500 TCoin/hour
Healing & Recovery Pod Access: 120 TCoin/session
Jimmy's gaze didn't flinch, but in his mind, he was already calculating.
He pulled out his old mobile device and logged into his newly-created WhispBank account.
The screen blinked.
Balance: 10,000 TCoin
Recent Transfers: Lisa M. (10,000 TCoin)
He sighed silently. Still no sign of the promised 5 Million Voucher from the central office—likely delayed in processing, or perhaps tangled in some bureaucratic mess. Either way, he wouldn't touch it.
It wasn't his money. It was promised to him by someone who never cared enough to show up.
And he definitely wouldn't touch his uncle's money.
He tapped the edge of the screen once, then turned to Luna who was curiously poking the base of the glowing crystal.
She looked up.
"We'll come back later," he said through sign, his hands soft but firm.
Luna tilted her head, understanding.
"Not worth wasting what we have yet. Let's go room. I will think about practice methods"
And so, with a backpack light on weight but heavy with thought, Jimmy walked away from the high-tech walls of the Nexus. Past the curious eyes. Past the whispers. Through the golden-lit academy lanes.
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As Jimmy exited the Nexus building, the evening sky was already softening to a warm, bluish hue. The academy's pathway shimmered faintly under golden lamplights, and the air carried a calm breeze. He walked silently, his shoes clicking faintly on the paved road.
Not far from the path, nestled in a semi-circle of curved stone benches, a group of elite and upper A-Class students lounged with the air of people who believed they owned the place. Expensive coats, crest-stitched uniforms, glinting rings—everything about them screamed prestige.
One of the elite boys, lounging lazily with one leg slung over the bench, narrowed his eyes. "Hey… isn't that the mute & blind kid?"
Another scoffed. "Yeah. The one who beat Gorrik's Gravettle."
"He just got lucky. That bug was half-trained."
"He didn't even talk—just waved his hand like some kind of ghost handler."
The tallest of them, a lean boy with silver-streaked hair and cold eyes, flicked his gaze toward Jimmy without moving his head. His voice was quiet but carried weight. "Let's make sure he doesn't get too comfortable."
Jimmy, of course, didn't even glance at them. His expression was unreadable as always, focused straight ahead. He walked with calm, measured steps—silent, composed, distant.
That bothered them.
"Oi! You deaf too?" one of them shouted mockingly. "We're talking to you, Water Boy!"
Jimmy didn't stop. Not even a twitch in his stride.
"Arrogant freak," another muttered.
One of the A-class girls leaned forward. "You know you can't touch him, right? The guards are watching. If you use a Whisp against another student without clearance... that's a disciplinary mark."
That's when the boy with silver streaks stood up slowly, brushing imaginary dust off his coat. His smirk was razor-thin. "I'm not stupid enough to attack him. But... I do have a plan."
The others looked at him.
"A plan?"