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Leon sat on his bed, lost in thought about what had happened earlier. He sighed heavily.

"Alas, I have no talent for summoning," he thought to himself.

Shaking his head, he quickly pushed aside these thoughts.

' There are still many paths I can take', Leon reasoned, trying to boost his morale. His thoughts shifted toward his fusion ability.

Maybe... maybe this ability is good after all.

With that spark of hope, Leon stood up, eager to experiment with his power.

Meanwhile, inside the Dean's office...

Dean Harland was deep in conversation with his longtime secretary, Victor Grims.

Victor was a middle-aged, shrewd man with sharp eyes behind square glasses.

He dressed in crisp butler-like attire and spoke with the ease of someone who had worked closely with the Dean for many years.

"I've been observing that boy over the past two days," Victor began. "I've confirmed his ability, background, and everything else worth noting."

"Let's start with his family. He comes from an ordinary background. His parents are merchants—both completely unremarkable. I even looked into his ancestry, and we found nothing special."

He paused before continuing.

"So I'm about ninety percent sure his ability is the result of a mutation at birth. It's rare, yes, but not unprecedented."

"As for his ability, I believe it may be a form of small-scale teleportation. I say this because I personally witnessed it."

"At the time, two pens suddenly vanished and were replaced by a third pen. I couldn't find any trace of the original pens.

So, I concluded that the pens may have swapped positions—perhaps transported somewhere else. But I'm not sure of the distance involved."

Victor hadn't considered the possibility of Leon fusing the pens. In a world where most abilities tied back to specific elements, his logical assumption was space magic.

And although rare, space magic was a known element and familiar to most educated mages.

Sighing, Victor moved on to the most important topic.

"But here's the real issue—his mana reserves. They're weak. Very weak. According to our tests, he might only ever reach the level of an apprentice mage at best."

He tapped a file resting on the Dean's desk.

"We ran multiple tests using a small sample of his blood. The scientific team confirmed it."

This conclusion left Victor visibly disappointed. Leon's ability seemed decent—perhaps even powerful with training—but his potential was painfully limited.

He had no elemental affinity, so he couldn't become an elemental mage. He lacked summoning talent. His mana reserves were the lowest of this entire year's batch of students.

And to make matters worse, his physical body was frail—completely unsuitable for physical paths like swordsman or knight.

Everyone started from the same point, but Victor was convinced that Leon would lag far behind the others.

"At this rate," Victor said grimly, "he might not even survive the first semester."

Dean Harland let out a slow breath, clearly troubled by the report. He sat silently for a moment, thoughts racing, searching for a solution—any solution.

But Victor interrupted his thinking.

"Dean Harland," he said firmly, "even if you poured all the academy's treasures into increasing that boy's mana, the best he might reach is the level of a Grand Mage."

"And don't forget—those same resources could help multiple geniuses reach that same level."

He paused, then added, "That Aaron kid might even surpass you someday."

Victor's tone turned serious. He knew the Dean had an obsession with ocular abilities—an obsession that had haunted him since youth.

Years ago, Harland had rejected a student with an ocular gift to become his student .

That student eventually left the academy. Thirty years later, they received news: the same student had become a Sage.

That failure had nearly created a heart demon in Harland.

Now, seeing another student—Leon—with an ocular ability, Harland was tempted to support him again.

But Victor wouldn't let him forget the difference.

"That previous student had talent," Victor said coldly.

"He was only overshadowed by those two prodigies. But Leon... Leon has no talent. None that I can see."

And that was the difference. That's why Victor stopped the Dean before he could act on his Instincts.

Dean Harland was visibly uncomfortable, his fingers drumming lightly on the desk as he processed Victor's words.

He knew the man wasn't wrong—Leon lacked all the core traits their academy valued. And yet…

"Victor," he finally said with a heavy sigh, "give him six months.

If he can adapt, keep up with the others, and show progress… then he can stay. Otherwise…"

He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.

"...Sigh. It's truly regrettable to consider expelling a boy with an ocular ability."

"Understood," Victor replied, emotion flickering in his usually stern voice.

He was well aware that the Dean was being more lenient with Leon than he would be with any other student.

Had it been anyone else with such poor aptitude, they might be sent home by tomorrow.

As Victor exited the Dean's office, he couldn't help but frown. He didn't hate Leon, but he strongly believed in fairness and merit.

If Leon was to stay, then he needed to earn it, not cling to favoritism born of the Dean's past regrets.

Still… ocular abilities are rare, Victor thought. And unpredictable.

That lingering uncertainty made him decide on one final measure.

"I'll assign him a few stricter instructors," Victor muttered to himself.

"If pressure can awaken something hidden in him… then maybe he stands a chance."

He walked away with a plan in mind.

On the other side, Leon tried using his ability, but he couldn't use it. He didn't even feel his ability, let alone use it.

Leon didn't know what that meant, but he was even more frustrated after that.

He couldn't use the sole ability he had, and to put salt on the injury, he didn't even have the slightest talent in anything.

Leon felt this way because of the incident that happened today—he couldn't even summon a familiar. Professor Slyvia had told them multiple times that most of them would summon a familiar.

But there was Leon, who couldn't awaken that either. Leon didn't know if he was just unlucky or if he truly lacked talent.

But the worry of being incompetent was eating him alive, and he even began to worry—what if they kicked him out of the academy?

Leon didn't know if the academy had ever kicked any student out before, but he didn't want to be the first.

[ A/N : Does anyone has any name for occular abilities, in this world seeting like Naruto had dojutsu, I am also searching a name for occular abilities. You can comment under this chapter if you have any suggestions. ]