Dweia

There is an unseen side to this world. A world beneath the one we know, aptly named the Hidden World. A world filled with magic and the mystical. 

Beneath layers of rock and stone, of dirt and dust, the Hidden World is where magic and the magicians thrive. The mundane world, untouched by magic and the arcane, was of no interest to them, up until a disaster that took place fifteen years ago, revealing the hidden truth to humanity.

Now, the mundane world is slowly adjusting to the existence of magic and the otherworldly as wildmagic runs rampant, threatening to kill and destroy. Magic schools have opened up, and children are encouraged to learn magic.

Two students enrol at Fawn's Magic Academy – two people who don’t seem ordinary at all.

Iris Yotsura, heir to the most powerful of the Three Clans, has little magic if any. Her father, the Master of the clan, has sent her to a prestigious magic academy in the mundane world, hoping a new method to unlock her powers could be discovered in this once-useless place.

And as her guardian, Aether Yotsura is chosen. Regarded as nothing more than a worthless servant to the Yotsura clan by the uninitiated, he accompanies her in this journey to the mundane world. Though his presence is not enough to stop the attempts at Iris’ life, his sense of duty will not allow him to fail, no matter what.

Bound to the Yotsura clan by an oath of blood, and his powers under lock and key, Aether must do his best with this limited form to protect Iris as well as the school itself.
And wait.

Wait for the opportunity to break free of the chains that bind him.

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Be advised that the Protagonist is rather powerful. If you really dislike OP protagonists, this might not be for you. 
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This is my submission for the 2021 Webnovel Spirity Awards.

The Prodigy of the Hidden World

Darkness raged around him like a forming storm. His hair fluttered in the unnatural wind as he glared at the Fae. A sigil began forming beneath his feet. Bright silver lines of mana extended outwards from where he was standing.

He gritted his teeth as the Fae walked past his raging power without hesitation. Seemingly unbothered by the darkness, she stepped ever closer.

Ten seconds, he told himself. Even if she reached him, he could survive for ten more seconds! A bead of sweat rolled down his chin as the Fae tightened her grasp on his dagger. Her arms loosely hanging on her sides, she stopped before him.

Her lips curled up for a split second as she raised her chin.

Then, a pure white ray of mana hit her, sending her flying backwards. Aether flinched. That spell had missed him so narrowly, there was only a hair's width of space between his cheek and the ray of white mana.

A Rift to the Otherworld (1)