The morning sun cast a gentle golden glow over the sprawling spires of Arcane Academy, a fortress of knowledge and power perched atop the cliffs of Eldoria. For centuries, this institution had trained the most elite mages and warriors in the world. Today, its gates would welcome a student unlike any other a boy whose powers exceeded even the legends whispered among the oldest professors.
Koha clutched the straps of his simple satchel nervously, his heart thumping like a caged bird. At just twenty years old, he was the youngest prodigy ever accepted into the Academy, and yet, he felt… entirely ordinary compared to the towering reputation he bore. His soft eyes darted over the ornate gates, the banners fluttering in the crisp morning breeze.
"Breathe, Koha… it’s just another school, right?" he murmured to himself, though even his own voice sounded fragile.
As he stepped through the gates, a sudden gust of wind ruffled his hair a whisper of the academy’s magic greeting him. The stone path beneath him seemed to shimmer faintly, reacting to his presence, though he didn’t notice. A small flower at the edge of the walkway tilted toward him, as if bowing in respect.
He paused, overwhelmed, and exhaled shakily. “I… I can do this. I’m just… a student here.”
Across the courtyard, a group of upperclassmen practiced their combat drills. One of them moved with breathtaking speed, a blur of steel and precision—he sliced through training dummies with controlled, effortless motions. Each strike seemed to manipulate the wind itself.
Koha’s gaze was drawn to him instantly. The boy’s black hair framed a sharply handsome face, and his eyes burned with a fiery intensity. His movements were lethal, elegant, and commanding a force impossible to ignore.
"He’s… so strong," Koha whispered, cheeks warming involuntarily. He glanced down, clutching his satchel. "And… so handsome… oh no, why am I thinking this?"
This was Rio, the Academy’s top blademaster, a fighter whose reputation preceded him across kingdoms. But Koha had no time to dwell—he barely noticed when another figure glided into view.
A tall, elegant youth with silver hair and an aura of authority raised his hand, summoning gentle shimmering barriers that deflected practice weapons midair. His expression was calm, almost regal, but there was an edge of dominance in the way he observed the courtyard.
This was Yin, the Academy’s premier support mage. Healing magic, battlefield control, and divine buffs—his presence alone could tip the balance of any skirmish. Koha felt a flutter in his chest, almost as if the aura of power wrapped around him like a warm but overwhelming embrace.
Finally, a third figure approached, massive and broad-shouldered, his every step radiating unbreakable confidence. The ground itself seemed to acknowledge him; the stones beneath his boots hummed with latent magic. Huo, the strongest tank of the Academy, whose shields could repel the mightiest attacks. Even at a glance, Koha felt a twinge of… admiration. And maybe something else, something softer, warmer.
Koha’s heart hammered violently in his chest. All three of them dominant, powerful, breathtakingly handsome stood before him, and here he was, a shy, soft boy barely daring to breathe.
Inside the grand hall, the new students were gathered. Chandeliers of floating crystal bathed the room in radiant light. Statues of legendary mages and warriors lined the walls, each frozen in eternal combat, their eyes seeming to follow every movement.
Professor Ardent, a stern woman with fiery hair, addressed the students. “Welcome, new initiates, to Arcane Academy. Here, you will master magic, martial arts, and the arts of strategy. Each of you carries a potential that may surpass even the legends of old—but only through discipline, cooperation, and strength of spirit.”
Koha shuffled nervously in line, feeling the eyes of his peers on him. He sensed their curiosity, their awe… and some skepticism. He did his best to remain inconspicuous, his body shrinking slightly under the weight of expectation.
As part of orientation, each new student was invited to demonstrate a minor spell, just enough to gauge their aptitude. Koha’s turn came after several average displays of elemental fire, wind, and water. His classmates murmured, some smirking, expecting nothing extraordinary from a soft-spoken boy.
Koha stepped forward, heart pounding. He closed his eyes, centering himself. The faint hum of raw magical energy began to swirl around him. The air rippled as though reality itself recognized his presence.
Then, with a gentle wave of his hand, the floor beneath the courtyard cracked, then reformed into a miniature glacial spire, crystalline and perfect. A light bloomed around him, illuminating every corner of the hall. The effect was subtle, protective, yet undeniably overwhelming.
天地無限 (Tenchi Mugen) – Infinite Heaven and Earth.
The teachers froze. The students gawked. A single flake of ice drifted from the ceiling, then evaporated harmlessly. Koha’s cheeks flushed violently.
“I… I just… wanted to show a basic… uh, structure,” he stammered.
Rio’s sharp eyes narrowed, not with suspicion but with curiosity. “Hmph… that boy’s not messing around,” he muttered, almost to himself.
Yin’s expression softened, a slight smile curling his lips. “Such control… remarkable,” he murmured.
Huo, leaning against a pillar, simply nodded once, acknowledging the boy’s raw power. “Interesting,” he said, deep and calm.
Koha’s stomach fluttered. Every dominant gaze seemed to bore into him, not hostile, but intense—overpowering even his omnipotence. And yet, he found his body warming at the attention, unreasonably flustered.
Later, Koha sat alone under a cherry blossom tree, trying to calm his racing heart. That’s when Rio, ever bold, approached.
“You’re the new mage, right?” Rio’s voice was smooth, teasing. “The one causing all the noise earlier?”
Koha’s lips parted in a nervous gasp. “Y-Yes… I… I’m Koha.”
Rio crouched slightly to meet his eyes, smirk playing on his lips. “You have power, kid. More than I expected. You’ll either get yourself killed or make enemies real fast here.”
Koha swallowed, his soft hands fidgeting in his lap. “I… I’ll be careful…” he whispered, barely audible.
From another angle, Yin glided over, his silver hair catching the sunlight. “You needn’t fear,” he said elegantly. “Arcane Academy is a place of guidance, not only challenge. But… you must also learn to wield your power responsibly.”
Koha nodded, cheeks pink. Huo appeared silently next to the tree, his massive frame casting a protective shadow. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one underestimates you,” he said simply, his voice low and steady.
Koha felt a strange mixture of awe, fear, and… something else entirely. His chest fluttered at the simultaneous dominance of all three.
By afternoon, Koha was introduced to the training grounds. Rio, ever competitive, volunteered to spar with him—not to harm, but to test his abilities.
“Let’s see what you can really do,” Rio said, unsheathing his sword. The air around him crackled with lightning energy.
Koha’s palms tingled. He focused, summoning a protective glow around himself. 光の抱擁 (Hikari no Hōyō) – Embrace of Light.
Rio lunged. Koha felt the air compress, and with a thought, reality shifted slightly, deflecting the attack with subtle precision. A gentle flash of light enveloped him, reinforcing his aura.
“Impressive,” Rio muttered, halting just short of striking again. “Not bad for a soft little mage…”
Koha’s cheeks burned, his heart hammering, but a small, shy smile appeared. Maybe… maybe this place isn’t so scary…
ns216.73.216.20da2
and then Add to home screen.