by TurtleMe
My body was able to withstand it thanks to the assimilation I went through with Sylvia’s Dragon Will but I still definitely felt my body begin to protest. I strengthen my body further with mana as I look at Theodore dead in the eye.
He wanted to test ME?
“Hmph.” Feeling the cold, wordless gaze I give to him, Theodore releases his skill and walks away, muttering “not bad.”
*Whistles*
“Arthur has guts. Feyrith crumbled to his knees when Theodore did that to him.” Kai snickers from the side.
“I’m a Conjurer while Arthur is an Augmenter! Please do not compare me to brutes like you guys.” He lashes out, his face red from embarrassment.
“Now now! I’m excited as to what this semester will bring us! We’re going to be a team from now on guys! We’ll get chances to bond and get closer so look forward to it!” Claire pipes up in a cheery voice as she puts her hand out.
“I’m looking forward to it!” Kai puts his bandaged hands on top of Claire, his face still a mocking smile.
“Aye! Sounds like we’re going to have some interesting times!” Doradrea gets on her toes as she puts her beefy hand on top of Kai’s.
“Haha! Yes! Let’s do our best!” Curtis places his hand in as well, Kathyln wordlessly following suit.
I just met everyone and I’m already tired. “Sigh…I’m sure it’ll be a blast.” I let out while placing my hand on top of Kathyln’s, Sylvie running down my arm and placing her paw as well.
Theodore puts his massive hand on top of Sylvie and my hand, making the whole circle stumble a step forward. As Theodore gives a silent nod, Claire gives us a big, confident smile and shouts, “TO US! THE DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE!”
“““““““ AYE!”””””””
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“Before the club rush commences, the Student Council would like to formally introduce to you students of this academy, a group that was personally picked by the Director in hopes to resolve and prevent disputes amongst students as well as enforce penalizing measures for troublemakers. While the Student Council’s main job is to help the Director make sure this academy and the events that are held run smoothly, this group’s job allows them to use magic appropriately to uphold the peace and safety of students, whether it may be from other students or from trespassers. Please join me in welcoming the Disciplinary Committee!” Tessia’s voice rings at her last words.
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The auditorium fills with applause as the red curtains that we stood behind are raised. We stood there, shoulders square and our hands glued to our sides. I had to admit that with people like Curtis with Grawder behind him, Theodore, Claire and even Feyrith, we looked pretty damn impressive in our color-coordinated uniforms.
I took a peek at Tessia and I realized she was staring at me but as soon as our eyes met, she quickly turned her head away. As we stood in front of the students of Xyrus on the stage side by side, we pulled out our knives and held it out in front of us so the insignia showed. Unsheathing our knife, we proceeded to do a small, choreographed routine before we saluted.
Claire spoke out on behalf of the Disciplinary Committee with a small speech before we all headed out towards the back of the stage, leaving the crowd with mixed emotions.
For some students, the Disciplinary Committee meant to serve as a shackle that prohibited their spoiled behavior. For others, the Disciplinary Committee served as an aegis for them, protecting the students from needless harm.
Chapter 50: Classes and Professors
“Hey isn’t that one of the DC officers? I think his name was Arthur, right?”
“Isn’t he only a first year? How was he able to get into the Disciplinary Committee? Does he have connections or something?”
“Stupid. Even if he had connections, I hear everyone from the Disciplinary Committee needs to be really strong.”
“He’s kinda cute, no?” “Yeah, he’s totally my type.”
“That white fox on top of his head is so adorable!”
I sat towards the back in the class with Elijah next to me. The constant murmurs and whispers that echoed in the classroom made my head hurt. The professor for our first class, Fundamentals of Magic Theory, had yet to arrive, allowing the discussions of this morning’s ceremony to ceaselessly go on.
“Look at how popular you are Mr. DC Officer.” Elijah nudges me with his elbow while giving me a sarcastic smirk.
Before I had the chance to respond, the person who I assume is the professor, walks in with confident strides.
Using the folder he was holding unto as a gavel, he thumps it on the front podium before starts speaking. “Now now… I realize that there are many wonderful things to talk about, but you guys aren’t very good at gossiping. If the person of topic is in the same room and can hear what you guys are saying, then it really isn’t gossip now, is it?” He looks in my direction and gives me a wink, making me shake my head in defeat.
Our professor seemed pretty young, at most in his mid thirties. He had well parted brown hair that he kept neat and styled. His face was freshly shaven to reveal his narrow jaw. He was on the thinner side, but in no ways out of shape. He had very good proportions, considering he was a Conjurer, which I could tell by the wand strapped to his side.
Some of the students gossiping shrank down in embarrassment but most of the students just laughed.
“My name is Professor Avius and I must say that it’s great to meet you all. While this is technically a basic class and some may think that it is unnecessary, I, on the other hand, believe this class is the foundations for what will make you a great mage. We won’t be doing much casting in this class but there will be fun assignments and projects that I will assign along the way, so look forward to it!”
With that last note, the class erupted in a synchronized groan at the thought of doing projects. I couldn’t imagine what sort of projects he was going to assign 12-14 year olds but it should be rather easy.
“On that note, I think today is a rather fine day to have a lecture for! You are not going to get any younger so absorb as much knowledge as you can while your brains are still fresh! Take out your notebooks and writing utensils!” His thin face wrinkles as he smiles.
Elijah adjusts his glasses and promptly takes out a fresh new notebook and pen while eagerly writing the title of the class and today’s date.
I just lean forward and rest my chin on my hand as I begin to listen.
“Today’s topic will focus on the segregation between Conjurers and Augmenters!” He writes messily on the chalkboard.
“There is a deeply embedded discrimination against Augmenters by Conjurers on the premise that Augmenters are ‘brutes’ or ‘savages’ that can only fight by getting themselves dirty.” He uses his fingers to air quote.
“This is a rather uneducated stigma that everyone should get rid of right here and right now.” He leans forward, his face turning serious.
This causes a few murmurs of disagreement and some of acknowledgement.
“Coming from the point of view of a Conjurer, it is silly to say that we are above Augmenters because our bodies are more suitable for influencing mana remotely because this is an advantage we have only while we are in lower levels.” He scribbles some key points on the chalkboard.
“When a mage’s mana core, Conjurers and Augmenters alike, reach the silver stage, the ability to manipulate mana becomes much more unrestricted. There becomes less of a distinction between the usage of mana veins and mana channels because the purity of mana that is produced from our mana core enables us to freely manipulate mana remotely and directly.” He underlines remotely and directly while circling the point “less of a distinction”
I hear Elijah ‘ooh’ in understanding and furiously scribble the statement into his notebook.
Hmm… This professor at least knew what he was talking about. While training, I’ve become more and more aware that the higher the stage you reached into your mana core c
ultivation, the less of a true distinction there would.
“So tell me class, if, in the end, two mages, one Conjurer and one Augmenter, both reach the silver core stage, who would have the advantage? I for one say that it’s is either evenly matched or that even the Augmenter would have an advantage.” This statement creates even a louder protest from the students.
“Before you shoot me down, think about this. Until the Silver stage, assuming that we have both the talent and necessary luck to get there, both Conjurers and Augmenters train in developing their magic. However, Augmenters, since the time they awaken, which is usually during the prepubescent age, also train in hand-to-hand combat, refining their bodies along with their skills. As the Augmenter becomes stronger and reaches the latter stages of his core, he will continue to develop his long-range skills, although it may be inferior to Conjurers at this point. However, once the Augmenter reaches closer and closer to the pinnacle of his core development, casting long-range spells will become more and more natural while the Augmenter will still naturally keep his combat skills. So tell me… are Conjurers REALLY the more noble, more dominant types of mage?”
“Some old fashioned mages continue to believe that conjurers remain the prevailing mana manipulator but Director Cynthia, along with many other influential figures in this Continent are trying to establish ways to inhibit this belief. I implore you youngsters to keep this fact in mind. Augmenters, don’t get hot headed because of this topic since, at this stage, you are still clearly at a disadvantage against Conjurers. Conjurers, don’t just mope at this news and develop your combat skills. While it may be harder for you to defend yourselves without the natural competency in forging mana around your body internally, that doesn’t mean there is no way to use spells to strengthen your body. So learn how to fight hand-to-hand.” He closes his notes and stops talking, leaving a moment of silence for us to digest what we just heard.
“Any questions?” He says softly, giving us a sincere smile.
Elijah’s hand immediately shoots up and the Professor points at him to ask away.
“Professor, if what you’re saying is true, what is really the end result between the two category of mages when they reach the Silver stage or even higher?” He asks seriously, not a hint of the girl-thirsty friend in sight.
“Good question…Elijah Knight.” He looks down at his notes before he responds. “The end result is two mages with different preferences in styles of fighting. The Conjurer at this stage will be able to imbue their body with mana just like an Augmenter can at lower stages, but his or her fighting style will lean more towards long-range combat, consisting of many layers of spells to trick and weave around an Augmenter who may be more adept if they get close.” He writes down some of the major points.
“As for the Augmenter, while long range spells will become more natural for him or her just like the Conjurers at this stage, they usually lean more towards fighting up closer and using projectile spells more straight-forwardly. Augmenters, after all, are not as accustomed to remotely fighting like the Conjurers who, in order to distance themselves from close-range threats, prepare many layers of spells through multi-casting and chain-casting.” He circles the key words for us to remember.
Elijah just nods in understanding as he again writes down, almost word for word, what the professor just explained.
The class ended with a few more minor questions from various classmates. As the giant bell tower rang, the professor wrapped up the discussion and we prepared for our next class.
“I’ll see you at lunch then?” Elijah asks while he was packing up his bag.
“Sure. The person who gets there first saves the other a spot in line.” I pat my friend on the back before leaving through the door.
As I walked through the densely packed hall, I sensed some gazes here and there after they recognized my appearance and uniform. On the way to my next class, which was Practical Mana Manipulation, I realized that there were quite a bit of students who had bonds. Most weren’t so impressive, like the horned rat I saw on a student’s shoulder, but there were some rather large beasts that students were proudly showing off. This boy who looked to be around 15 was riding on top of a giant lizard and had his chin proudly out. I didn’t even know what that lizard’s name was but from the amount of mana it had inside its beast core, it couldn’t be more than a C class mana beast.
When I arrived to my next class, I noticed that the layout of this room was very different. It was shaped like a miniature arena, with a battling platform in the middle, encased in a barrier field, and rows of seats circling around it.
I made my way to a random spot and sat down. ‘I’m hungry,’ Sylvie grumbles as she starts thumping her head on top of mine. ‘Yeah, me too; lunch is still a bit away though, do you want to go and catch something?’ Sylvie nods and scurries off at a speed that startled me. She was surprisingly fast when it comes to food.
More and more students started filling the room after a few minutes. While most were first years, there were some second years that decided to take this class later.
“May I sit here?” I turn my head to find Kathyln in her Disciplinary Committee uniform standing besides me.
“Sure, go ahead.” I move my bag that I had on the seat next to me so she could sit. Her expression doesn’t change but she does give me a slight bow before removing her notes, carefully straightening out her skirt in a lady-like manner before taking a seat.
“Well look who we have here! If it isn’t Princess Kathyln and my rival, Arthur Leywin.” From the front of the door, Feyrith spots me as he confidently walks towards where Kathyln and I were sitting.
Since when did he become my rival… and a rival in what exactly?
“Aren’t you loud this morning.” I lean my head on my hands as I look at him.
“Well it is a fine morning today. Didn’t the commencement ceremony today make you excited?” He harrumphs as he takes a seat next to on the other side.
Why is he sitting next to me? I thought he wasn’t very fond of me.
“While it is a bit late into the morning, it is still technically the morning so…Good Morning!” A rather upbeat, bulky man that wore a light armor clapped to get everyone’s attention. He looked more like a low class Adventurer instead of a Professor but when I inspected his mana core level, I was surprised to see that he was light yellow stage.
“Well we have quite the crowd of students. I know my class is always popular but I’m honored to have this many students! My name is Professor Geist. Welcome ladies and gents, and welcome DC officers. It is a privilege to have you in my class.” I couldn’t tell whether he was being sarcastic or not when he directed his little welcome at us but I chose to not mind it.
“This is Practical Mana Manipulation, or PMM as I like to call it. That means that we will be doing things very practically! Practically, in my definition, means through example because what better way to learn than through hands on experience, right?” His deep bass voice booms throughout the class, waking up anyone that might still be sleepy, which included me.
“I understand that most of you are first years and that many of you have just awakened not too long ago. However, parents have been more and more dedicated in teaching their children as soon as they awaken before they even send them here, so even that assumption is mostly inaccurate. However, for the sake of equality, I shall assume that every first year is a beginner in mana manipulation, of course with the few exception, i.e. the three sitting right there.” He points to us while giving us a wink, drawing attention to the three of us from everyone inside the room.
“I’m sure EVERYONE, including myself, is curious as to what sort of level in ability our newly formed DC has. They are the ones that are going to be protecting the students here in this academy after all, right?” Several shouts of agreement spawn from around the room.
I inwardly sighed, realizing that this professor was going to make this class a real pain in the ass for me. I saw even Kathyln’s brow twit
ch in annoyance on her usually expressionless face.
“Hmph! Well if Professor Geist insists, I shall volunteer myself on behalf of the Disciplinary Committee to demonstrate the ability that our group, who was personally picked by the Director, possesses.” Feyrith gets up from his seat and places his right hand over his heart in a proud manner.
Sigh…
“HAHA! THAT’S more like it! It’s Feyrith, correct? Come down to the stage.” He gestures.
Feyrith elegantly hops down from his seat unto the battle arena that was in the center of the large classroom. Some of the females cheer for him while I hear some males boo at him.
“Hmm, if my guess is correct, you are a light orange stage Conjurer with water specialization correct? Pretty good for a 15 year old, even as an elf.” He rubs his chin, studying him.