Shortly after, the bell signaling the beginning of the next class rang out, jolting Lyrian from his musings. With brisk determination, he made a beeline for the academy's bustling canteen. Despite having nibbled on some meat jerky earlier that morning, his stomach growled in protest, demanding a more substantial meal to quell its persistent grumbling.Israthel, the rude classmate who hadn't given him much trouble during the first period, continued to maintain his distance. Nevertheless, his piercing gaze bore into Lyrian's back as he walked away. Draco, on the other hand, couldn't resist an opportunity to gloat, sending a sly smirk in Lyrian's direction as he sauntered past. Lyrian averted his gaze, his thoughts swirling with irritation.
I lost to him in a game... but it wouldn't be that way in real life,' he thought to himself, the promise of future victories fueling his resolve to excel in Battle Forge. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ɴøᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.
Finally, the long-awaited Hunting Class commenced, and following Nria's prediction, Rerth, the instructor launched into a lecture on creature threat levels. Lyrian anticipated some hands-on activities, as they had done in the previous Hunting class. However, his expectations were rudely shattered when Rerth veered into the realm of gym class-style study.
Within the confines of the gym, the students delved deeper into the intricacies of creature threat levels and their significance. The most crucial piece of information they gleaned was why these levels were so crucial in the first place.
"These are threat scanners," Rerth declared, raising a small metal chip for all to see. The students gazed at it in awe, their curiosity piqued.
"It's also implanted into all of your bracelets and can be integrated into almost any magical device," Rerth continued. Lyrian examined the chip closely; it appeared to be nothing more than a flat piece of metal etched with mysterious inscriptions. As if sensing Lyrian's confusion, Rerth offered an explanation.
"The inscriptions are knowledge talismans. In this case, they determine the threat level of a beast."
The chip circulated around the class, each student examining it with intrigue. Rerth's tone shifted slightly as he continued, adding a touch of humor to his lecture.
"The reason we rely on this technology is simple: humans aren't perfect weapons. We use these tools to make up for our shortcomings, and luckily, we're smart enough to use them to our advantage."
A few chuckles rippled through the class, but Lyrian remained puzzled. He failed to grasp the humor in the teacher's words.
"Without knowing the threat level of the beast, we wouldn't know if we were tackling demigods like Zeus or facing Gaia himself!"
Laughter erupted once more, but Lyrian's confusion deepened. He felt like an outsider in this world of inside jokes and incomprehensible references.
"In essence, it's a lifesaver. Never be foolish enough to think you don't need it while hunting. Trust me, you do. If you venture out without it, you're no smarter than the dimmest of crooks," Rerth emphasized, locking eyes with each student, driving his point home.
Lyrian couldn't help but think otherwise since he had Gear after all. As the class came to an end, he found himself transitioning to a new subject: Magia.
As he walked towards the Magia class, he pondered the peculiarity of it being an elective course. After all, the academy was founded on the principles of magic, or so he had believed. Magic seemed to be the very cornerstone of this world. Yet, he was aware that diverse professions existed apart from being a magician or adventurer. Craftsmen and artists pursued various vocations, offering alternative ways to navigate life in this enigmatic world.
Lyrian settled into his seat in the Magia classroom, the familiarity of the setting contrasting with the anticipation of a new subject. The room's design closely mirrored his earlier class, but it was grander in scale, with a broad, expansive flat floor at the front of the rows of seats.
As he adjusted to his surroundings, the teacher made his entrance. A young man with slicked-back black hair and an imposing stature, he strolled in, addressing the classroom with a hint of amusement.
"It feels like every day we're seeing new faces in this class. But... it's only been two days after all," he chuckled to himself while adjusting his brown robe and carrying a stack of books to his desk. His eyes scanned the room, and a playful squint accompanied his next remark.
"And a few who changed courses as well... Maybe they didn't like me," he mused, erupting into laughter once more.
With a grin, he addressed his eager students. "Alrighty, kids! Let's get started, shall we? For those who are new, the name's on the board!" He pointed with enthusiasm to the giant whiteboard wall behind him.
Lyrian's eyes flicked to the board's bold black letters, spelling out the name in question: 'Sir Granweid.'
Sir Granweid, still wearing a playful grin, clapped his hands together to capture the students' attention. "Now that we've got our introductions out of the way, it's time to dive into the fascinating world of Magia! But first, let's start with a bit of fun to get those creative juices flowing."
He reached beneath his desk and pulled out a colorful assortment of origami paper and a basket filled with various trinkets. "Today, we'll be exploring the art of 'Magia Origami.' We're going to create magical creatures from these ordinary pieces of paper."
The class buzzed with excitement as students exchanged curious glances. Lyrian felt a slight hint of anticipation, intrigued by the prospect of breathing life into a piece of paper. Sir Granweid's charismatic approach to teaching was infectious.
"Choose your paper wisely, my young magicians," Sir Granweid advised, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Each color has its unique properties. Red for fire, blue for water, green for earth, and so on."
Students eagerly selected their paper, some going for vibrant red, others opting for calming blues, and a few adventurous souls reaching for the mysterious blacks and purples.
"Now, here's the tricky part," Sir Granweid said, drawing everyone's attention to a small pile of enchanted quills on his desk. "We'll be infusing our creations with a bit of magic to give them life. Take one of these quills, and with utmost concentration, write down the name of the creature you want to bring to life."
Lyrian chose a black piece of paper, envisioning a sleek and shadowy creature. He carefully selected a quill and began writing 'Nightshade' with a steady hand.
Once the names were written, Sir Granweid instructed the students to fold their papers into intricate origami figures, guiding them through each step. As the classroom filled with the rustling of paper and the occasional gasp of excitement, Lyrian was amazed at how effortlessly the folds formed his envisioned creature.
"Now, the final touch," Sir Granweid announced, holding up a crystal vial filled with shimmering liquid. "This is the magic elixir that will breathe life into your creations."
One by one, students dipped their fingers into the elixir and lightly brushed it over their paper creations. As Lyrian's fingers made contact with 'Nightshade,' the paper figure seemed to pulse with energy, its edges shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Sir Granweid grinned, clearly enjoying the sense of wonder in the room.
The room crackled with energy as the origami creatures began to stir, their eyes glowing with a soft, ethereal light. 'Nightshade' unfurled its sleek form, and with graceful movements, it danced through the air. Unlike the other creatures, it even grew double in size for some reason, capturing the attention of those nearby.
Laughter and cheers filled the classroom as the students marveled at their newfound creations, each one unique and brimming with magical essence. Sir Granweid's approach had turned an ordinary origami exercise into a captivating introduction to the wonders of Magia.
As the class concluded, Sir Granweid winked at Lyrian and the others. "Remember, young magicians, in the world of Magia, your imagination is your greatest source of power. Embrace it, and you'll unlock limitless possibilities."
Lyrian couldn't help but muse as he gazed at 'Nightshade,' a tangible reminder of the journey he was embarking upon in the world of magic. The creature's movements were mesmerizing, and its presence seemed to fill the room with an aura of mystique.
After the class, as students filed out of the room, they couldn't stop talking about the extraordinary experience they had just shared. The aura of excitement was palpable, and it seemed as though the entire school was buzzing with the newfound enthusiasm for Magia. Some were already making ambitious plans to create more magical origami creatures at home, eager to experiment with different colors and shapes. Others gathered in small groups, animatedly speculating about the endless possibilities this mystical world could offer them.
Sir Granweid's unconventional teaching method had done more than introduce them to a magical art form; it had ignited a spark of curiosity and wonder in each of them. The students couldn't wait to delve deeper into the enchanting world of Magia, uncover its secrets, and harness its powers.
As Lyrian walked down the hallway with 'Nightshade' perched on his shoulder, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of pride. His beast, the enigmatic 'Nightshade,' was easily the strongest and most captivating creation in the classroom. Its sleek form and ethereal movements had drawn the attention of both students and teachers alike.
The hallway echoed with whispers of admiration as students passing by couldn't help but gaze in awe at 'Nightshade.'
It was clear that the world of Magia held limitless wonders.