First fight[3]

The bright academy lights cast long shadows over the training grounds as Artic, Andrew, and Samuel stood in front of Professor John, their heads slightly lowered like guilty students caught sneaking out after curfew.

Professor John, a man in his mid-thirties with sharp golden eyes, medium-length blond hair, and a rugged yet refined appearance, stood with his arms crossed. His brown button-up shirt was neatly tucked into his black trousers, and his polished leather boots tapped against the ground impatiently.

He sighed, shaking his head. "What were you three thinking? Fighting a senior student like that?"

Andrew, still catching his breath, wiped the sweat off his forehead and mumbled, "He attacked first, professor…"

"That's not an excuse," John said sternly. "You're first-years. Do you even realize how reckless that was? A fight like that could've ended badly for you all. If the guards hadn't arrived, things could've gotten worse."

Samuel, the strongest of the three, clenched his fists. His bulky frame, broad shoulders, and red hair gave him an intimidating presence, but at this moment, he remained silent.

Professor John exhaled sharply. "Magot, the second-year student, has been suspended. As for you three, you're lucky you weren't expelled. From now on, stay out of trouble."

"Yes, sir," the three said in unison.

Parting Ways

After the scolding, Samuel grinned and patted Artic and Andrew on the back. "Well, that was fun. Let's not do that again."

Artic chuckled. "No promises."

Samuel shook his head. "I'll see you guys around. I'm on the third floor, so we won't run into each other much. Don't slack off."

They fist-bumped before parting ways, leaving Artic and Andrew to walk back to their dorms. The academy halls were quiet now, the night settling in.

Andrew stretched. "Man, I'm exhausted. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, get some rest," Artic replied, watching as Andrew disappeared into his dorm.

Artic's Room – A Place of His Own

Artic opened the door to Room 904 and stepped inside. The moment he did, he felt like he had walked into a luxury apartment rather than a student dormitory.

The room was spacious, with high ceilings and sleek wooden flooring. A massive glass window stretched across the far wall, offering a breathtaking view of the academy grounds, which were illuminated by golden streetlights. In the corner, there was a modern desk with a built-in digital interface, and on the opposite side, a king-sized bed with soft white sheets.

To the left, there was a personal mini-gym—something he hadn't expected. It had a treadmill, dumbbells, a squat rack, and even a high-tech training dummy that responded to attacks.

He ran a hand over the equipment, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction. This… this is mine.

Just as he was about to test out the weights, his communication device buzzed.

A notification flashed:

"Artic, Room 904, called to the office by Class Teacher John in Section B, Office 1."

The Academy's Teacher's Wing – A Hidden Beauty

Artic made his way toward Section B, where the teacher's offices were located. Unlike the student dorms, this area was architecturally stunning, almost like a palace hidden within the academy.

The walls were made of smooth marble, glowing faintly under the dim lights. Tall glass windows stretched to the ceiling, allowing the moonlight to flood in. In the distance, a tranquil garden with flowing fountains and neatly arranged flower beds added a serene atmosphere.

Even though it was evening, the entire area was illuminated beautifully, with floating lanterns hovering in the air, casting a warm, golden glow.

Artic was momentarily stunned. Why does the teachers' area look better than our dorms?

After taking in the sight, he stepped into Office 1.

Meeting with Professor John

Professor John sat at his large wooden desk, flipping through documents with a pen in hand. The desk was cluttered with paperwork, a steaming cup of coffee, and a digital screen displaying various reports.

As soon as he noticed Artic at the door, he gestured toward the chair in front of him. "Come in, kid. Sit down."

Artic did as told, feeling a bit uneasy.

Professor John leaned back. "I called you here because of something important. You're now the legal owner of your parents' property."

Artic stiffened. He wasn't expecting that.

John continued, his voice softer. "Even though you're only 17, you're the only family left. The government has decided to transfer everything to your name. That includes their house and their pension. From now on, you'll receive their monthly payments directly into your account."

Silence.

Artic stared at the documents in front of him, his vision blurring slightly. He didn't know what to say. His parents had been missing for so long. The government had finally given up searching for them.

A heavy sadness settled in his chest.

Professor John sighed. "I know this isn't easy. But you're a strong kid, Artic. You'll be fine."

Artic swallowed, nodding silently.

John slid the documents toward him. "Take your time processing everything. If you need help, let me know."

"...Thanks," Artic muttered.

John offered a small, reassuring smile. "Go get some rest."

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Training and Healing

Back in his room, Artic stared at the documents.

Instead of thinking about it, he walked into his personal gym. His emotions were all over the place, but he knew one thing—he had to get stronger.

He summoned Lona, his tortoise companion. The small, green-shelled creature appeared beside him, its eyes glowing faintly with healing energy.

As Artic began lifting weights, Lona used its ability to continuously heal him, allowing him to push his limits. Sweat dripped down his face, but he didn't stop.

I need to be stronger…

In a distant place, a beautiful girl sat on a wooden chair, her posture relaxed yet elegant.

She had glowing golden eyes that shimmered like liquid sunlight, and her silvery-white hair flowed down her back like strands of moonlight. Her most striking feature, however, was the large, ethereal white wings extending from her back.

Anyone who saw her might mistake her for a goddess.

She sat there, deep in thought, remembering a conversation she once had with her master.

She had asked "why can't i come with you to the academy"

Her master had replied with a smile, "there are talented professors and guard there I can't take this risk of you being spotted go live in my parents house I will come soon"

And so, she had chosen to live in a 3 bedroom house alone even though she had no emotions hence no conscience she preferred this female form

As she sat there, watching the beautiful sky, she murmured to herself,

"Master… Are you getting stronger?"

Her golden eyes gleamed as she thought of him.