Out of the Academy

Two days later,

A girl with bright pink, pigtailed hair leaned against a wall, her arms crossed. Seated beside her was a black-haired boy with a scarred cheek.

"You're telling me he's gotten that strong in just a few months?" Karen, the number one Elite, asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

"Yep. I saw it myself. Not only can he use the Silver special arts, but he also wields rune magic decently well. Honestly? I’m not even sure who's stronger between us." Uramia’s eyes flickered with interest at her own words.

Even after Art’s fight, more surprises had followed.

"And it's not just him. There was another one. Another Silver. He caught me off guard the most. You should keep an eye on them."

"If what you're saying is true, then even I would struggle to handle them alone," Karen admitted, looking up at her. "I might need your assistance."

Uramia met his gaze with an unreadable expression before bursting into laughter.