In the heart of the bustling mage hunting academy, a peculiar incident unfolded, forever changing the fate of a young man named Tony. As the sun cast long shadows over the training grounds, a hushed concern rippled through the gathered students."Hey Tony! Wake up…""Is he dead….?""His heart stopped beating…""Tony…!"These whispers of panic swirled around Tony as he lay unconscious on the ground, surrounded by a curious crowd. Suddenly, Tony was rudely awakened from this strange slumber, drenched by a sudden deluge of water."What happened?" Tony, the lanky teenager, groggily inquired, bewildered by the sudden turn of events."You passed out a minute ago," a concerned female voice replied.Tony's eyes darted around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He found himself encircled by his peers, but one burly figure, in particular, stood out."What's wrong with you! You stupid prick! We we

After a long, weary journey, Tony finally returned to his humble abode. He carefully creaked open the weathered wooden door and stepped into their modest dwelling. Inside, there were no modern luxuries to be found—no television set, no fan to alleviate the oppressive heat, not even an electric bulb. Only the soft, flickering glow of a solitary candle illuminated their meager existence, bearing testament to their profound poverty.Upon his arrival, a joyful voice pierced the silence. "Brother, you're back!" exclaimed a little girl, throwing her arms around Tony in an eager hug. "How are you, Lilian?" he warmly replied, returning the embrace. She couldn't contain her excitement and asked, "Did you bring any food?" Tony grinned and handed her one of the bags he had brought. "Why don't you see for yourself?" he teased. Lilian eagerly opened the bag to find an abundance of sustenance, and Tony surprised her with a rare treat—a chocolate bar he had managed to afford with his last bit of spa

In the sweltering afternoon sun, the laborers of the dump site toiled tirelessly, and among them was Tony.It had been a fortnight since he had been discharged from the hospital, and ever since then, he'd doubled his efforts to support his household.This time, Tony was shirtless, exposing a prominent scar on his chest, a lasting reminder of the fiery blast he'd endured during his tournament bout with Flash. The wound still gnawed at him, refusing to fully heal.With strength fueled by determination, he hoisted a refuse sack onto the awaiting truck, which roared to life and sped away. Tony wiped the sweat from his brow.[Host tired and hungry, Host must rest and eat]Suddenly, a voice echoed in his head, urging him to rest and eat."Will you shut up! Who says I'm hungry?" Tony snapped back at the voice, but his rebellious stomach growled, as if answering the question for him.The others on the site turned their heads, bewildered by Tony's apparent conversation with himself, a moment o

Tony gradually regained consciousness, bringing him back to the bustling reality of the elemental chamber. A warm smile graced his face as he observed the chamber, which was already teeming with mages, both young and old. A sense of purpose filled the room as they prepared to hone their mystical abilities.Tony knew the rules; he had to leave by morning as part of the agreement he made with the chamber's keeper.Approaching the elder figure in charge, Tony greeted him with respect, noting that Mr. Frank was well into his fifties, at the very least."Good morning, Tony. How was your night?" Mr. Frank inquired in a kind manner."It was great, sorry I stayed too long," Tony replied, a tinge of guilt in his voice."It's alright; everyone deserves a good night's rest sometimes," Frank reassured him, understanding the importance of recuperation.However, a sudden interruption broke the peaceful ambiance. A thunderous voice echoed from behind, belonging to a vigorous figure."Hey, old man, w

It was morning and everyone was awake, prepared for the usual morning activities, Mr Frank was ready to go to the chamber to clean up, before Tony approached him."Good morning Mr Frank""Morning Tony, how's your night?" he responded."It was fine""Is there anything you want?" Mr Frank asked"Yes, I want to talk to you," Tony said."Okay what is it?" He asked."Can we go to a little more private place?""Okay, let's go outside"They both went outside of the house. "Alright what do you want to tell me?""I overheard your conversation with that guy last night" Tony started"What guy?""The guy you borrowed money from," Tony explained."Keep it down" Mr Frank gestured."Why are you hiding it from your family though?" Tony asked."I wouldn't want them to worry, it's gonna be a bomb to them, I had to lie to them that I've paid up the debt," Mr Frank explained."But why?""Roi is a loan official, a very strict one for that matter, he doesn't joke with his money. My wife might have a heart