Uhhh!! It's morning already. Better get up.
Saiko Hyoga, A twenty ear old man waking up and goes to wake up Fenrier, the old man helping him. He wakes up the old man.
Wake up Mr Fenrier. I would like you to teach me magic and the information about this place.
Hahahah ok alright I'm up. Let's go young man. Mr Fenrier replied. They dressup and head outside. The old man begins tk teach him about the way of the new world he's in it.
As I said yesterday, there are seven types of magic categories. Now these magics can be divided according to the races. The old man said. Saiko then asked. How many races are there in this world? Basically,there are seven races in this world. These races are the ones who posses these magic categories
The morning sun crept slowly over the horizon, spilling gold across the grassy hills. The dew still clung to the blades of grass, shimmering like scattered gems. Birds sang in the distance, their voices carried on the cool breeze. Saiko Hyoga sat on a boulder at the edge of a clearing, his eyes fixed on the distant mountains where the sky met the earth.
Fenrier Volten stood beside him, leaning heavily on his gnarled staff. The old man's white beard glowed in the sunlight, and his cloak fluttered lightly in the wind.
Saiko broke the silence. "Fenrier… you've walked the lands more than anyone I've met. You must know the truth about the races and their magic. Why are they all so different?"
The old wanderer chuckled softly, his voice warm like the rising sun.
"Ah, Saiko Hyoga. The world is vast, and magic flows through it like the veins of the earth. But it does not sing the same song to every race. Each shapes it in their own way. Let me tell you…"
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He pointed his staff toward the eastern forest, where shafts of sunlight pierced through the trees.
"The Elves," he said, "draw from Elemental and Spiritual magic. They are the singers of wind and water, the dancers of sunlight and moonlight. To an elf, every tree has a soul, every star has a voice. Their spells coax blossoms to bloom, winds to whisper, rivers to carry secrets. They do not command nature—they become it."
Saiko tilted his head. "So their power… it's harmony?"
Fenrier nodded. "Exactly. Harmony is their strength."
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Turning to the west, he gestured toward the distant mountains, their peaks still capped with snow.
"The Dwarves," he said firmly, "forge magic through Runes and Craft. To them, spells are not cast but carved. A rune etched into steel can summon fire; a mark upon stone can hold back armies. Their forges are their sanctuaries, and their hammers sing louder than any choir of elves."
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Saiko frowned. "And the Humans? Where do they fit in?"
Fenrier chuckled, his eyes glinting.
"The Humans," he said, "dabble in everything. Versatile, ambitious, reckless. They study sorcery, alchemy, necromancy, even summoning. Some call them weak—but never underestimate hunger, boy. A human's hunger for knowledge, for power, for survival… that hunger can reshape the world."
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The breeze shifted, carrying with it the faint scent of smoke from some far-off village. Fenrier's gaze grew darker.
"The Orcs," he said, his tone heavy, "are warriors of Blood and War Magic. Their shamans call upon ancestors in battle, their chants turn pain into strength. To fight beside an orc shaman is to feel rage itself turn into power. To fight against one…" He tapped his staff into the dirt. "…is to stare into the jaws of fury."
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Then Fenrier drew a circle in the dirt with his staff, his finger trailing through the morning dew.
"The Fae," he said softly, "are children of mischief. Their power is Illusion and Glamour. They twist sight, sound, even memory. A fae's smile can make you surrender your soul before you realize it's gone. They are neither fully truth nor lie—but something in between. Never trust a fae, Saiko. Not with your eyes, not with your heart."
Saiko's brow furrowed. "…Then how does anyone deal with them?"
Fenrier gave a dry grin. "You don't. You survive them."
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For a moment, the sun dimmed behind drifting clouds, and the warmth of the morning seemed to falter. Fenrier's voice dropped, as if even the wind leaned in to listen.
"But the Demons…" He spat the word like venom. "Their magic is Destruction and Corruption. They twist light into shadow, life into decay, hope into despair. Where they walk, fire devours, and shadows writhe. Whole kingdoms crumble when demons rise. They do not wield magic—they are magic unchained. That is why even the bravest warriors whisper their name with fear."
Saiko's fists tightened. "…Are they truly so terrifying?"
Fenrier's gaze sharpened. "Terrifying? Boy, they are the nightmares that crawl while the world sleeps. Even kings lock their doors when the demons stir."
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And then, as the sun broke free of the clouds and poured its light across the land, Fenrier lifted his staff toward the heavens. His voice rose with reverence.
"The Angels," he declared, "are their opposite. Divine and Celestial. Sent, it is said, by the gods themselves. They carry judgment in their wings, purity in their hands, and hope in their voices. Where demons bring corruption, angels bring light. To witness one descend from the skies is to know the gods still watch this world."
Saiko's eyes widened. "So they are truly… divine?"
Fenrier's expression softened, though his voice remained grave. "Divine, yes—but not beyond judgment themselves. Angels do not merely protect—they also test. Remember, Saiko: they are not saviors, they are balance."
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The morning light washed over the two figures, casting long shadows across the grass. Fenrier placed a heavy hand on Saiko's shoulder.
"Mark my words, Saiko Hyoga. Elves sing, dwarves forge, humans hunger, orcs rage, fae deceive, demons corrupt, and angels judge. The world is not divided by good and evil—it is divided by balance. And one day, you will stand in the very center of that balance."
Saiko swallowed hard, his chest tightening. He didn't know why, but in that moment, he felt the weight of fate pressing down on him. This was no mere morning tale. It was a warning. He wasn't suprised and he set his goals straight and went on training.
After six months of staying and training with Mr Fenrier, Mr Fenrier tld Saio that there ae adventurous guilds he could goin th earn some money for use. He head foward into the town of Yaabal. There he was put into tests like measuring the magical attribute and mana present. As taught by his mentor, it was easy.
In this new world, mana is everything and valuable. The more mana younhave, the more powerful a person is. Inprder to identify the amount of mana, a special orb is used. It's clear like glass yet it shines when a person puts his hand on it. White represents weak, basically wielding simple magic spells of level E, green represents mana of level D,Yellow represents mana of level C, blue represents mana of level B, Red represents mana of level A, and finally, when the orb shines golden light, it represent mana level of rank S. It is said that He who the orb has shined golden light,he or she is blessed by the gods.
Meanwhile Saiko Hyoga here has taken the test and the results came in. He has average status, with mana level rank C and officially, he joined the adventurous guild. He has received a guild card with a person's rank of adventuring and his mana level. A person's mana can go untill ten thousand and beyond. He has mana level of two thousand. Average yet he was exited to start adventuring.
He encountered a group of six adventurers who wanted to recruit him. Their leader Takio Rintaro, the healer who is an elf by the name of Sayame Silia she's a woman, the archer, a man who never mises by the name of Allen Simon, The tank by the name of Jordan Taner, The assassin, a beautiful woman by the name of Susume Hyaru, And the last but not least, the sorcerer by the name of Hellen Mizuto. They asked him if he would mind tagging along with them since he's new. He hesitates of a moment but after collective thinking, he agrees and joins them towards adventuring.
And there his legacy continues hoping to make a name for himself.