"Silence, please!"
A loud shout reverberated throughout the hall. Everyone focused on the origin of the shout which appeared to be an old man with grey hair.
"Now that I have your attention, shall we begin?" smiled the old man.
He focused on the students at the center and explained, "I am the acting vice-chancellor Aleyn. Due to the events that have plagued us for quite a while now, I understand some of us find it hard to get excited about any event."
He went on, "But that is why we must do this. The Festival of the Black Sun is before us and the royal family has released the quota for each academy. We mustn't falter here. We must uplift the moods of our fellow students and staff by bringing a wonderful result."
"For this purpose only, we have inspected each year and brought out the best of the best. Overseer Gavin, you may continue."
Vice-chancellor Aleyn allowed a much younger man to speak up.
The man glanced briefly at a slip of paper on his laps before saying, "Starting from the first-years, who have been rather surprising this year, we have Lyra. Zane will represent the school of enchantments."
Reve knew Zane.
He was the black-haired young man that always wore a calm face to the point of being scary.
"Ciaran Drateel represents the Magic Combat."
"Avidanna represents elementalism."
"Reve of Azea will be the face of arcanism."
"Lastly, Lyra Drateel will be one of the back-ups."
"We picked you based on your specifications. This might not be necessary, but since the specifics of the royal event are never revealed, it is better to be safe than to be sorry."
"Moving on to the second years, we have….."
The Overseer kept talking but Reve wasn't listening anymore.
He couldn't bother himself with knowing the names of the participants from the upper years.
After all the participants had been introduced, the Overseer went on to designate the leader of the group.
It was based on their experiences so the role fell to a lady in the third year named Amice.
Apparently, she had been through three events and had only experienced one NIRA victory, which occurred in her first year.
The Overseer concluded the meeting, "Since the event takes place in a month's time. You are required to meet up in the Hepha's lounge a week before the event. Now, we will have a method of transportation waiting to take you to Silverbrook. Amice, you will be responsible for organizing and preparing them for the event."
"Understood, sir," agreed Amice.
"Let's see…we have two weeks left before the Festival of the Black Sun. I expect all of you to have gathered at Hepha's Lounge on the Monday of next week. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"While I may not be traveling with you, I will be present for the event. We will all be watching. So, make sure to put on a fine spectacle. You may now disperse."
"Yes, sir."
.
.
.
On his way to his room, Reve was in deep thoughts.
'I wonder what to expect from the event. It is said to be tough but a grand-mage should easily win it, right?'
He shook his head after a while, 'No, I shouldn't think like that. After all, I'm not the only grand-mage. There was a grand-mage that won the event last year. If I remember correctly, he is quite influential among us, young ones. Hmmm…. Isn't he the royal prince representing Narva Academy?'
'Also, this event is not limited to only academies situated in Narva. Other academies from the outside kingdoms will be invited. Hmmm…this will not be easy. Yet, I am not required to give it my all. It is not a fight to the death.'
Reve entered his room.
He still couldn't believe that he had finished his first year at NIRA, a successful first-year at that.
All his classes were passed in flying colors, except for enchantment which he still struggled with, but passing it was rather easy.
He still could not get perfect grades for all his classes but, at least, this time, it was better than his last result.
'Hmmm…next year, I would have to pick my profession. Although, I already know what I want to be,' smiled Reve.
He had known his true self from the beginning.
As he watched the onflow of students leaving the campus site from the window side, Reve thought to himself, 'That reminds me. I have a few things to work on before the event.'
Quickly, he took a fresh bath.
After he was done, he headed out of Academy District and wandered about.
By the time he was fully mixed into the crowd of regular humans, the face of Kimon appeared on him.
He didn't wear a mask this time as his masked face was on the posters of the bounties slips. Whenever he turned sideways, he would see those bounties plastered on the sides of walls.
'1000 gold coins. That is too generous. I am tempted to offer myself to them.'
Reve found his way to the Devil's Cave through the regular obscure shop.
No one would think that The Tribe of Somnia hid in the amateur hide-out of a low-tier thieving group.
Moreover, Reve made sure his men kept their thief persona so as to not draw any attention to himself.
They were basically hiding in plain sight!
As Reve walked into the open space in the cave, he could hear the grunts of his men from one of the passages. This was the passage leading to the forest.
Reve smiled and put on his mask.
'They sure are masochists. Their love for training now outclasses mine.'
Getting to the training ground, Reve hid his presence, allowing them to focus on their training without feeling pressure.
He had begun new training a while ago.
The training objective was to double their singularity force, and the method to do that was an obstacle course with obstacles that would need to be destroyed before moving forward.
Reve's objective was to harness a force he dubbed as The Flow.
While singularity force was the fundamental of the Amethyst Style, the flow was its main feature.
It was basically the force of inertia that Reve mystified.
To a regular human, they would deal with inertia, but to people like the first generation, they would harness an upgraded version called the flow!
"Silence, please!"
A loud shout reverberated throughout the hall. Everyone focused on the origin of the shout which appeared to be an old man with grey hair.
"Now that I have your attention, shall we begin?" smiled the old man.
He focused on the students at the center and explained, "I am the acting vice-chancellor Aleyn. Due to the events that have plagued us for quite a while now, I understand some of us find it hard to get excited about any event."
He went on, "But that is why we must do this. The Festival of the Black Sun is before us and the royal family has released the quota for each academy. We mustn't falter here. We must uplift the moods of our fellow students and staff by bringing a wonderful result."
"For this purpose only, we have inspected each year and brought out the best of the best. Overseer Gavin, you may continue."
Vice-chancellor Aleyn allowed a much younger man to speak up.
The man glanced briefly at a slip of paper on his laps before saying, "Starting from the first-years, who have been rather surprising this year, we have Lyra. Zane will represent the school of enchantments."
Reve knew Zane.
He was the black-haired young man that always wore a calm face to the point of being scary.
"Ciaran Drateel represents the Magic Combat."
"Avidanna represents elementalism."
"Reve of Azea will be the face of arcanism."
"Lastly, Lyra Drateel will be one of the back-ups."
"We picked you based on your specifications. This might not be necessary, but since the specifics of the royal event are never revealed, it is better to be safe than to be sorry."
"Moving on to the second years, we have….."
The Overseer kept talking but Reve wasn't listening anymore.
He couldn't bother himself with knowing the names of the participants from the upper years.
After all the participants had been introduced, the Overseer went on to designate the leader of the group.
It was based on their experiences so the role fell to a lady in the third year named Amice.
Apparently, she had been through three events and had only experienced one NIRA victory, which occurred in her first year.
The Overseer concluded the meeting, "Since the event takes place in a month's time. You are required to meet up in the Hepha's lounge a week before the event. Now, we will have a method of transportation waiting to take you to Silverbrook. Amice, you will be responsible for organizing and preparing them for the event."
"Understood, sir," agreed Amice.
"Let's see…we have two weeks left before the Festival of the Black Sun. I expect all of you to have gathered at Hepha's Lounge on the Monday of next week. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"While I may not be traveling with you, I will be present for the event. We will all be watching. So, make sure to put on a fine spectacle. You may now disperse."
"Yes, sir."
.
.
.
On his way to his room, Reve was in deep thoughts.
'I wonder what to expect from the event. It is said to be tough but a grand-mage should easily win it, right?'
He shook his head after a while, 'No, I shouldn't think like that. After all, I'm not the only grand-mage. There was a grand-mage that won the event last year. If I remember correctly, he is quite influential among us, young ones. Hmmm…. Isn't he the royal prince representing Narva Academy?'
'Also, this event is not limited to only academies situated in Narva. Other academies from the outside kingdoms will be invited. Hmmm…this will not be easy. Yet, I am not required to give it my all. It is not a fight to the death.'
Reve entered his room.
He still couldn't believe that he had finished his first year at NIRA, a successful first-year at that.
All his classes were passed in flying colors, except for enchantment which he still struggled with, but passing it was rather easy.
He still could not get perfect grades for all his classes but, at least, this time, it was better than his last result.
'Hmmm…next year, I would have to pick my profession. Although, I already know what I want to be,' smiled Reve.
He had known his true self from the beginning.
As he watched the onflow of students leaving the campus site from the window side, Reve thought to himself, 'That reminds me. I have a few things to work on before the event.'
Quickly, he took a fresh bath.
After he was done, he headed out of Academy District and wandered about.
By the time he was fully mixed into the crowd of regular humans, the face of Kimon appeared on him.
He didn't wear a mask this time as his masked face was on the posters of the bounties slips. Whenever he turned sideways, he would see those bounties plastered on the sides of walls.
'1000 gold coins. That is too generous. I am tempted to offer myself to them.'
Reve found his way to the Devil's Cave through the regular obscure shop.
No one would think that The Tribe of Somnia hid in the amateur hide-out of a low-tier thieving group.
Moreover, Reve made sure his men kept their thief persona so as to not draw any attention to himself.
They were basically hiding in plain sight!
As Reve walked into the open space in the cave, he could hear the grunts of his men from one of the passages. This was the passage leading to the forest.
Reve smiled and put on his mask.
'They sure are masochists. Their love for training now outclasses mine.'
Getting to the training ground, Reve hid his presence, allowing them to focus on their training without feeling pressure.
He had begun new training a while ago.
The training objective was to double their singularity force, and the method to do that was an obstacle course with obstacles that would need to be destroyed before moving forward.
Reve's objective was to harness a force he dubbed as The Flow.
While singularity force was the fundamental of the Amethyst Style, the flow was its main feature.
It was basically the force of inertia that Reve mystified.
To a regular human, they would deal with inertia, but to people like the first generation, they would harness an upgraded version called the flow!
