The Beginning of Tensions

Vision of Ryuji Takeshi Iwahara:

I said goodbye to Hana with a wave and entered the boys' dormitory. An endless corridor stretched before me, its wooden floor bathed in the soft glow of overhead lamps.

At the end of the corridor, I found myself in a vast rectangular hall—so large that I estimated it to be about 250 meters long. Comfortable sofas, coffee tables, and inviting poufs were scattered throughout, creating a warm, welcoming atmosphere. Looking upward, I saw the second floor where the student dorms were located. The room numbers were marked on the walls: "3" on the right, "2" on the left, and "1" right in front of me.

There was no one around, so I hurried up the stairs. As I got closer, I observed the names of the first-year students on the doors until I finally found mine, right next to Kenji's room.

When I tried to open my door, a crystal projected from the handle and a message appeared instructing me to channel mana into it. Even though using mana still hurt a bit, I did as told, and the door opened. The room was dark, and as it began to close, a soft audio message played:

"Welcome, Ryu Takeshi Iwahara. Now that you have infused your magic into the crystal, only you and the professors can open this door. Rest well—tomorrow will be your first day of class."

When the female voice fell silent, the lights switched on. As I explored the dormitory, I discovered it was quite spacious—it had a lounge with a sofa and television, a bathroom with a bathtub, and, of course, my own room. I noticed my suitcase on the bed, so I quickly grabbed some clothes and went to take a shower.

The warmth of the bath was incredibly relaxing; after such a tiring day, the mere thought of doing nothing was comforting—a luxury I'd never known.

After my shower, I changed and collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted, while my mind replayed the day's events: the grueling training sessions, the rivalry with Lee Min-Jae and Hana, and the unexpected attack by the imperial boars. Every event looped in my mind like a never-ending film, each one more significant and impactful than the last. I knew deep down that I was only at the beginning of a long, arduous journey.

Unable to sleep, I sat on the window ledge and gazed out at the clear night sky, sprinkled with countless stars. The school's lights shimmered like artificial stars in the darkness, creating a serene contrast with the vast, mysterious world outside. Lost in my thoughts, I recalled the wise words and steadfast gaze of my grandfather. "Ryu," he used to say, "if you ever become a mage, you must carry on your mother's legacy."

I knew I carried a heavy burden. My family's expectations, the responsibility to honor my mother's legacy, and the need to prove myself weighed heavily on my shoulders. I realized I would need every ounce of strength and courage to face the challenges ahead.

As I sat there, I also remembered my new responsibility: leadership. Though it wasn't my choice, I was determined to give my all. At first, I was afraid, but I soon accepted that I might be the best leader for our group.

Reflecting on my promise to Hana, I felt the need to set clear goals. I grabbed a notebook and pen and began listing everything I wanted to achieve this year.

I needed to excel in both practical and theoretical classes. I wanted to be recognized not only for my potential but also for the effort and dedication I put into every task.

Moreover, I had to find a place to train daily, to build up my endurance and physical strength. Today's battle had made it clear—I needed to be prepared for intense combat.

I aspired to be someone my classmates could rely on. My uncle Hiroshi, who once led a captain, always said that the trust of one's team was essential. I longed for that level of trust. My peers seemed like good people, but I knew that any misstep could lead to disapproval.

With every goal I wrote down, I felt more focused and determined. I knew the road ahead would be tough, but I was ready to face every challenge with unwavering resolve. After tucking away my notebook, I looked up one last time at the stars, feeling the warmth in my chest—the happiness I felt since becoming a mage was a stark contrast to the seemingly endless days of training. Finally, I lay down and soon drifted into a deep, contented sleep.

I awoke before dawn; the long-awaited second day had arrived, with nerves and motivation keeping me alert. A voice from the dormitory announced that my uniform was waiting at the door, so I dressed. Looking in the mirror, I admired the complete uniform: black trousers and a lightweight shirt with a high collar and long sleeves. Golden details adorned the shoulders and sides, and the academy emblem was embroidered on the left chest.

Shortly after, I was instructed to head to the main hall, where a map was displayed to show the way.

Since it wasn't far, I decided to find the others. Leaving my room, I saw some students relaxing in the common area, but I couldn't spot Daisuke or Kenji, so I ventured outside.

Almost immediately, I met Hana, Aiko, and Daisuke. "Good morning—now we just need Kenji," I greeted them, wondering about the missing member.

"Actually, he already went by and didn't want to wait, so let's go." Aiko replied in a tone of mild dissatisfaction.

Then we made our way to the main hall. I noticed older students arriving, watching us with curious eyes, while others chatted excitedly about their vacation experiences.

Aiko's voice cut through the chatter, "I hadn't thought about it until now—what do you think our exam questions will be?"

"They'll probably be practical—like what we'd learn in a closed classroom setting to handle portals," Daisuke exclaimed, which sounded more like a personal hope than reality. "And you, boss—what do you think?"

"Boss… maybe that's too much," I murmured, then dismissed the thought. "There'll likely be questions on identifying beasts—for example, what the professor taught us about that boar."

At that, Daisuke's gait grew noticeably disheartened. "I'm not good at memorizing these things," he mumbled quietly.

"Don't worry, Dai. You've got four other people in your group, and Kenji looks like a nerd—I'm sure he can help you out," Aiko said softly, and I found comfort in her words.

"I hope we adapt quickly," Hana said with an encouraging smile. "And that the upperclassmen are friendly."

Everyone agreed; it would be a nightmare if we had to deal with them—apparently, seniority in the world of mages was very significant.

When we arrived, we were instructed to gather near the presentation stage, lining up with Kenji in the same row. The conversations between us soon died down.

After a while, all the students of the Institute gathered in the grand main hall. The sound of lively voices filled the air, but as soon as everyone was present, a respectful silence fell as an elderly man ascended the stage. He looked truly ancient—a mage who seemed to embody age itself.

He regarded us, the young mages, with a serious yet warm gaze. We freshmen, including myself, stood at the front, feeling the pressure of the older students' attentive stares.

"Welcome, students," he began, his voice echoing through the hall. "You have already begun to feel the weight of the responsibilities that this Institute will impose on you. For those who do not know me, I am Wei Zhang, the director of this academy. From now on, the challenges will be immense, and the expectations even greater for all of you."

He paused, stroking his long, white beard, allowing his words to sink in. "The Arcane Institute of Yamato is not just a school—it is a training ground for the future protectors of our nation, where you will learn to master your skills and confront unknown threats."

He looked directly at us, his eyes burning with determination. "You are not here by accident. Each of you was chosen because you possess the potential for greatness. But that potential will only be realized if you devote yourselves entirely to this life."

"You are not alone on this journey. Look around you—these are your classmates, your future allies. Learn from one another, support each other, and together, you will reach heights that none of you could achieve alone—even if that sometimes means clashing with one another, for those battles will help you grow in strength and mind."

He concluded, "You are the next generation of mages. The strength and security of our nation will rest in your hands. Train hard, study diligently, and never lose sight of why you are here. Together, you will make history."

Our applause resounded through the hall—a unanimous expression of enthusiasm. The director's words reminded me why I had always dreamed of being here, and they reinforced my determination to achieve my goals. "I'll catch up to you soon, Grandfather," I silently vowed.

After the applause subsided, Director Wei Zhang returned to the center of the stage and continued, "I have a few announcements for you all. The dueling arena is currently under renovation, with improvements scheduled to be completed in two months. I know many of you enjoy dueling, but due to past accidents, we ask that you wait. In the end, it will be for the best."

Murmurs filled the hall—apparently, the upperclassmen were quite fond of duels. I could understand why; any disagreement was swiftly resolved there, and it also served as excellent training.

"Have a good day, and a nice breakfast will do you well," he said, pointing toward the cafeteria.

When we looked toward the cafeteria adjacent to the main hall, we saw the curious and somewhat arrogant stares of the older students, already seated. The tension was palpable, as every one of our movements was scrutinized by their superior gazes.

As I observed more closely, I confirmed that there were far more upperclassmen than freshmen—but my thoughts were interrupted.

"Just because they're older, they think they're better." Aiko remarked, clearly unimpressed.

"Aiko, let's take it easy. They might just be sizing us up. We don't know this school as well as they do. Let's stay calm."

It was uncomfortable having all that attention on us, but perhaps it was a test. Ever since Professor Takeda made it clear that this is a military academy, I couldn't afford to underestimate even the smallest details.

With our trays of food in hand, we chose an empty table in the cafeteria. Under the constant scrutiny of the upperclassmen, the atmosphere was tense, and we ended up eating in silence, our conversations reduced to mere whispers. Soon, all the first-year students gathered at the same table. At least now we were united.

With all 19 of us gathered, I noticed a boy stand up, and instantly, a silence fell—the curious stares shifted toward him.

He was shorter than Aiko, with white hair contrasting sharply with his piercing golden eyes. There was something about his presence that exuded importance. His firm, confident steps warned me to be cautious—crossing paths with someone like him could be risky.

Arriving at our table, he commanded in an authoritative tone, "Leaders, stand up." I saw that Aiko wanted to protest, but I quickly silenced her with a gesture. I was about to rise when a shrill voice interrupted.

"Who do—" Mei Ling, who had begun to speak, was cut off by Lee Min-Jae, "I apologize for my companion," he said, bowing slightly. Then, Rei, Haruki, and I stood up. I wondered what he intended.

With a remorseful smile, the boy began, "Don't worry. I just wanted to meet you all and show you how you should behave—but it seems you already know. My name is Riku, and I'm a second-year student." And as if nothing had happened, he turned and returned to his old spot.

"What's his deal?" Aiko and Mei Ling asked in unison, though their voices carried disapproval.

Soon after, the immense tension lifted, and all the first-year students relaxed as conversations resumed.

But that comfort was double-edged. Suddenly, Lee Min began advancing rapidly toward Hana.

"What a surprise, Hana. You're being led by a weakling like that?" he sneered in his usual arrogant tone. Before he could reach her, I stepped between them.

"I really expected that, at least today, you'd avoid causing trouble. Why don't you try acting like a normal person for one day?" I said nervously, knowing this might draw negative attention from the upperclassmen.

Yet, as if I weren't in his way, he glared at Hana and said, "See, not only is he weak, he's a coward."

"Say that to my face," I retorted, clenching my fists as my heart pounded with rage—control yourself, Ryu, I thought.

"Oh, I got a bit heated. I don't want anything from someone like you," he replied with an arrogant smirk. "Stay in your lane and leave those at the top alone."

"Since you claim to be at the top, why don't we duel?" I shot back, and suddenly the cafeteria buzzed with excitement. "I want you to show me your superiority. Besides, you have two months to train so there'll be no doubt—if we fought now, it wouldn't be nearly as fun." Soon, the shouts of the upperclassmen filled the air.

"That's how you do it, newbie—that's the spirit of this school!"

"Come on, newbie! Show him who's boss!"

"Finally, a newbie with courage! I can't wait to see this duel!" many others cheered. It was clear they were all used to this, and everyone encouraged the fight—perfect, he couldn't possibly refuse.

Anger spread across Lee Min's face. "Since you're so eager to be humiliated, once the arena reopens, I'll do you that favor—on the condition that when I beat you, Hana will duel me."

"In return, don't mess with my group until then." He didn't seem to mind that request; I looked at Hana, who nodded, accepting his proposal with a slight air of indifference. Once Lee Min received confirmation, he called his group. "Let's go—class starts in a few minutes."

I managed to control my breathing, and soon after sitting down, I finally calmed down.

"Good, Ryu, show him who's boss," Aiko said, as she always disliked people like Lee Min.

Shortly after, Daisuke added, "If you need help training, just say so. I don't think this is the best way, but since your duel is set, you'd better win."

Before I could respond, Hana interrupted, "This is your first challenge. We're here to support you—just win." Her expression was stern, perhaps because it involved her as well—I'll have to apologize later.

"Thanks for the support, everyone. I'll do my best. Your leader won't lose." I'd never experienced such encouragement before—it was so reassuring that I couldn't afford to lose.

In that moment, my priorities were clear—nothing would matter if I didn't win this duel. I had to focus solely on victory.

A few minutes later, loudspeakers announced that we first-years should head to the same room as yesterday, where we had met Professor Takeda.

We sat in the same spots. I noticed that this time the students were less scattered; most groups remained united. Lee and Mei, however, were seated one row behind their companions, and in Rei's group, one member was missing from the row—a woman who, judging by her look, was undoubtedly strong.

"Good morning, everyone. From now on, you are not just students—you are military recruits. All of you are now conscripts," the director announced, pressing a button on his crystal table, causing our desks to open and reveal a device resembling a smartphone paired with a watch.

"From this moment on, your salary will be deposited directly into this device. Whether you wish to buy better food, enjoy some leisure, or even send money home, the choice is yours. For now, you will receive 2000 Gold."

"But there are exceptions—leaders, please stand in front." I quickly rose along with the others, waiting for further instructions. "You, chosen by your peers, have been promoted to aspirant status." As soon as he spoke, the school emblem began to glow, and a small silver star was added above it.

"Your salary is now 4000 Gold. Use it wisely." I'd never worried about money before, but this amount was quite large; if I saved it for a year, I might even be able to buy a house.

After the presentation, everyone returned to their seats. My group congratulated me, and with Takeda silently watching, the students were free to explore how the devices worked. In addition to a wallet function, they featured a map of the school and the commercial area, a text chat, and even calling capabilities.

"As some of you may have noticed, you can also view your academic year and class schedule," I observed as a tab appeared after the professor spoke. I opened it and discovered there was only one class per day, as follows:

Monday: Mana Core ControlTuesday: Combat SimulationWednesday: Study of Magical BeastsThursday: Elemental ControlFriday: History of Magic

"As you can see, you only have one class per day—from 10 AM to 2 PM. How you spend the rest of the day is entirely up to you: you can train, study, or simply relax. Ultimately, that choice is yours. However, a little relaxation can also be beneficial." I hadn't expected such flexibility; perhaps forcing people too much isn't good for magical growth.

I tried to find a training field on the map during my free time, but found none.

"Sir, looking at the map, there doesn't seem to be any training field outside of class—how are we supposed to train our skills?" I asked. Recalling my duel with Lee Min, I needed to know this as soon as possible.

"Just a moment." Takeda displayed an image of a room and continued, "All the dorm rooms are identical in size and layout." He showed images of each room before returning to the main hall. "Next to the entrance, there is a panel where you registered your mana signature. Before entering your room, simply press it and select your training field. At that moment, the door will transform into a portal that will take you to your personal training field."

That information was astonishing. Having access to an individual training field would make a huge difference in our development.

"Remember, if you wish, you can have someone visit your field, but know that they are heavily monitored by school staff to track your progress. Also, serious dueling is not permitted—only in the arena—and avoid any indecent behavior; failure to comply could result in suspension from using the field."

I desperately needed to test this training field as soon as possible; if possible, I hoped it would be like the one at home. The facilities provided to us were clearly designed to be improved over the years—I felt that everything was meant to help me improve if I so desired.

"Now, I'm going to teach you how to refine the color of your mana cores. I explained it in theory yesterday, so let's move on to practice—everyone…"

At that moment, anything that could help me win the duel called out to me, and before I knew it, I was consumed by the desire for victory. It was all that mattered.