Four years later, on a bright Saturday morning.
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The excited chatter of several immature voices could be heard. Several carriages were roaming the Wielding Academy campus, as young six year olds excitedly rushed into their dorms to unpack their things. Most of these children seemed to know each other even before arriving at the academy. They were happily discussing what their lives would be like from now onwards.
“I really wish that I would be placed in the same room as the Prince.” A little black haired boy spoke with stars glittering in his eye
“HAHAHAHAHA” In a luxurious carriage nearby, far away from prying eyes, but close enough to listen to every word that was said, a teasing laughter rang out. Inside the luxurious carriage sat five people- an older man and four ten year olds. The laughter came from the older man.“Mr. Aikens sir, how long do you intend to laugh?” A blond hair boy with beautiful blue eyes asked the older man with a small smile on his face. Seated next to him was the laughing elder, and a brown haired boy with brown eyes, who had a bitter smile on his cute face. The brown haired boy was none other than Abelard and the blond haired kid was Mane. They had come out of their rooms to meet Abelard’s little sister who had enrolled this year. They had barely left their room when they heard their mate speak of them in a gr
Mane and the others were disgusted by what they were witnessing in the carriage. They knew of Aegeus. Generally, a character like him whose family only owned an earldom in the kingdom of Neces, would warrant no attention from them. Abelard was a prince of an empire, one that the kingdom of Neces paid tribute to. The twins had a grand duke of an empire as a father. As for Mane, the others were not sure of his background, but they knew it completely trumped theirs. So naturally, they would have disregarded such a minor character. But this arrogant kid was different.On his own he was not an important character, but he had a brother that was. His brother, Frederick Fulbright, was a ninth year student and one of the top talents of the academy. His brother, just like the twins and Abelard, had reached the E- grade (second level
“You dare ignore me!” An angry bellow interrupted the kind moment Abelard was having with his lowerclassmen. Aegeus had finally given into his rage when he realised that the silver wolves thought nothing of him. He was a proud person. And he had been used to ignoring others and not the other way around. Because of the team’s reputation, he had been trying to garner their attention with some subtle hints, including loudly clearing his throat. After all, in his books, he was being courteous by giving them such a huge amount of face.Unfortunately, all his efforts yielded nothing. The group continued to ignore him, as though he and his entourage were invisible. Worst of all, the onlookers were snickering in contempt and joy, when many of them realised that he was still being ignored, despite his efforts. For
“AAHHH!”Accompanying the deafening sound of a small object ramming into a building, was the painful scream of a minor.Looking at the figure who was embedded in the wall of the building, with his mouth foaming, all those watching grew terrified. How was that possible?! How could a simple flick, knock someone flying for dozens of meters. It was obvious to all that Aegeus was knocked unconscious. No one could possibly endure that much pain. The fascinating thing was that the other members of the Silver Wolves had not interfered during the entire process, as though they already knew how things were going to turn out.
“He’s going to be fine. He just needs to stay here for a couple of weeks that’s all.” A brown haired teenager had his back to the physician who was speaking. All his attention was given to the unconscious young lad soaking in a shallow spring. The physician did not seem to mind the teen’s attitude. He informed him to let him know if there was anything he needed and exited the room.Frederick was still gazing upon his little brother’s broken body. From the reports of his brother’s friends, he knew how his upbeat little brother got into his current situation. It was always an unwise decision to provoke a person stronger than you, no matter your background. One can only use their background to suppress a stronger opponent when you are confident you have adequate protection. Luckily for his brother, an injury that would normally take over a year to heal would be completely dealt with in less than a mont
On an uninhabited planet a lonely figure marched on. A big black cloak covering the figure’s entire being. The land the hooded figure walked on was barren. Cracked grounds with no sign of water anywhere. The excessive heat had driven away all living creatures. Even those that could survive in dry habitats made no attempts to live here. The parched ground gained a new crack line wherever the hooded figure stepped. The aura this ‘being’ exuded was calm. Steps steady and relaxed as though a desert was his playground, his back steady as a spear as he continued his solitary journey.*croak*croak*Well, this mysterious being was not totally alone. The outline of a raven could be seen flying towards the hooded figure, seemingly returning from the direction our mysterious stranger was headed to. The earlier croaks an announcement of his return
“Extreme burst: first stage”“First move.”“Second move”“Third move”“Fourth move”“Fifth move”In a simulation chamber, the vigorous voice of a little boy was heard as he delivered ferocious attacks to a training dummy. Each punch, each kick, was executed with explosiveness deserving of the name of the technique. Even more impressive was the dummy. The dummy looked very ordinary, the only special trait it had was its color. It was entirely black, with no other color displayed alongside it. It remained steady, regardless of the ferocity of the attacks thrown
*Bang*Bang*Bang*Bang*Bang*Sounds of hammering resounded in the warm dark cave. The only source of light was the fire blazing in the forge. The figure holding the hammer was just a bit over six feet in height, with muscles that glittered with sweat, even in this dark room. Each exposed muscle was well sculptured, evidence of the figure’s experience with forging. The blacksmith was completely focused on the weapon he was making, totally ignoring the short yet stout figure right next to him. With a height of only about four feet, the strange figure would have stood out like a sore thumb anywhere else in the Universe- not here though. Figures like these were the major residents of this planet. It was after all, a planet of dwarves. Over here, being over five feet in height made one a weirdo.