Bjorn stirred before the sun kissed the horizon, his limbs stiff and aching from the unforgiving ground beneath him. The village offered no shelter, leaving him to make do with a makeshift camp along the roadside.Months of weary travel had taken its toll on him, his once neat dark hair now tousled and unkempt. Despite his dwindling coin purse, there was an undeniable excitement bubbling within him, reflected in the gleam of his green eyes and the wide grin adorning his face. Today held the promise of reaching Jeju City, where he would finally have the chance to test for his magic source and fulfill his dream of joining the prestigious ranks of the church as a mage.All his supplies depleted, Bjorn attached his reliable sword to his belt and threw his bow and quiver across his back, His body has been sculpted into a strong, toned figure through years of diligent effort, with every muscle well-defined and slender. His skin has become a rich bronze color from spending numerous hours hun

Bjorn sat in the office, his nerves frayed and his body tense. The look of horror he'd seen on the Adept's face haunted him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something had gone terribly wrong.He considered making a run for it, but where would he go? He was in a building filled with mages, each more powerful than the last, and even the weakest among them could probably end him with a flick of their wrist. Besides, he was broke—he didn't even have enough money to leave the city, let alone start over somewhere else.His eyes drifted to the table, where a bag of coins sat, carelessly left behind by the Adept. Maybe if he grabbed it, he could escape. At least then he'd have a chance, however slim. The idea was tempting. It felt like his only way out. His hand reached slowly toward the bag, each inch feeling like an eternity."Stealing now, are we?"Bjorn jumped, his heart pounding as he spun around. Standing before him was a man he hadn't seen before—enigmatic, with a smile that did

Master Yuki and Bjorn slipped out of the inn quietly before dawn, vanishing into the shadows as the city still slept. By the time the first light touched the sky, they were already far from the city gates.They had a cart pulled by two sturdy horses, but Master Yuki insisted that Bjorn walk alongside it. The journey took them through dense forests, steering clear of the main roads and avoiding settlements. It was a good way to stay out of sight and throw off anyone trying to track them.The travel was relentless, with only a short break for a quick lunch. By evening, they reached a wide clearing with a bubbling creek running through it. Bjorn took care of the horses, letting them drink and feeding them while Master Yuki set up camp.By the time Bjorn returned, Master Yuki had dinner nearly ready. They ate well, and after the long day, Bjorn felt his exhaustion catching up with him. He was looking forward to some rest when he heard Master Yuki's sharp voice."Get up," Master Yuki order

Bjorn heaved, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath. As the adrenaline from the fight subsided, he felt the weight of what he'd just done—he'd killed six men. It wasn't the first time, and it didn't bother him, and Master Yuki noticed his composure."You were careless; you could have died," Yuki's voice was calm but firm.Bjorn glanced at him, realizing that it was probably Master Yuki's interference that caused the bandit to stumble, saving him from a fatal blow. Bjorn bowed respectfully to his master. "I'm sorry. I won't make the same mistake again," he said, vowing to double down on his training and gain more experience.Master Yuki had already been cautious, avoiding dangerous situations during their journey to protect Bjorn, but he considered changing that. "Maybe it's time to introduce him to more risks," he thought."Have you killed someone before?" Yuki asked, his voice measured."Yes," Bjorn replied, his gaze distant. "The hunter I apprenticed

As they entered the training field, Bjorn saw about twenty students, all young adults. “These must be their best disciples,” he thought to himself. He'd only ever known one mage—his master—so he was curious to see how he compared to others.Adept Arthur clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. “Alright, everyone, gather round. This is Wildheart, Grandmaster Stormshadow’s disciple,” he said, gesturing toward Bjorn.The students reacted with a mix of excitement and whispers. Word had spread quickly, and the idea of training with the personal disciple of a grandmaster was causing a buzz of enthusiasm.Adept Arthur was about to continue when a young novice stepped forward, eager to challenge Bjorn. "Can I fight him?" she asked.Adept Arthur looked at Bjorn, who nodded in agreement. He was also excited to test his skills against someone new. "Take your positions. Non-lethal spells, just sword arts and movement techniques," he instructed.The young girl had blonde hair and big brown e