In the Infirmary of Agni Veritas Academy, one young man sits quietly on a bed, having just woken up from a long night's sleep. A young man with blue undercut hair and a slim yet athletic body. It didn't help that his hospital gown really doesn't hide his toned figure.He figures that since some medical staff members and students that passed by his bed stole some glances at him, he more than fulfills the criteria of a body people would kill to have. He'd even heard some appreciative whispers directed to his way. He couldn't help but to grin.Of course, he didn't cultivate his body this way for showing off to people. He's not that vain, obviously. However, he has to admit he still felt quite the ego boost from that.A little confidence won't hurt anyone. Especially in this world where you need to be confident, not just strong, to make a real difference. At least that's what his father told him. A strong but meek person won't change anything since they are too afra
Mission License. It was a precious priviledge only granted to students who passed the Field Exam or fulfilled certain conditions. With Mission License, students can take actual missions like the ones who have official graduated from school. They are granted this right because they have proven themselves capable by passing the Field Exam, those are designed specifically like real missions. Of course, the Mission License isn't absolute pass to take part in every mission available. There are missions that required certain conditions that has to be fulfilled before one can even consider to take these missions. These matters are handled carefully within The Swarthy Order, the official organization that records and takes notes of the mission taken… whether it's completed, or failed. The purpose of the Mission License itself was to give the students experience of working under the Order… to give them the taste and benefit of working, to teach them the sense of satisfaction, to find meaning
Agni Veritas Academy is a school running on meritocracy. The highest authority a student can wield here depends on their capability. The holding of power is selected on the basis of their ability. That means the smarter one is, the stronger one is, the higher grade one is, those qualities will be what defines one’s worth in this school. That is where the Class Ranking comes in, a system that was invented by a previous Headmaster few generations before Cort Van Hellsing. A student will be admitted into the Class Rankings when they reached their second year in the school, after their value and merits is assessed. The student’s attendance, their academic scores, their combat performance, those qualities will be calculated into a certain number that will make their final grade… and it does not only serve as a sign of one’s competence. It gives them certain rights that the first year students do not have. When someone reaches the realm of upper-ranked students, they will be given small a
That afternoon... Somewhere in Aetzer, Tenma walked back and forth on an observation deck. It was a place with quite a breathtaking view. He could see almost all of the City Kingdom at a glance. He decided to stop walking soon after, facing the railing and the skyscrapers across him. He breathes in and spreads his arms, feeling the sunlight and wind breeze caressing his body gently. The sun is already up high in the sky but it doesn’t feel that hot. It’s only slightly windy too, feels like this is a perfect weather for hanging out with friends outdoors. However… He doesn’t feel like hanging around with too many crowds today. He silently observed the city that’s bustling with activities below him, before looking back to the horizon far away. Enjoying the scenery from the place he’s standing. The observatory deck, it was not an easy place to find… in fact, someone found this place first and shared it with him. Said person are among the few people that he truly values, so this place
Tenma looked at Sabrina who’s walking slightly ahead of him, putting his arms behind his head and sighed wearily. He did volunteer to accompany her just for today, and he does want to make Sabrina forget about her work even for a bit… but maybe asking her what they’ll be doing in her day off was a mistake. He should have taken more initiative and planned ahead…Because Sabrina wants them to go register their Mission License and try out an official mission. Which means, it’s a real job, and runs counter to what his intention for today was. He really wants Sabrina to take her mind off her work, not taking more job. Mind, if it was any other day, he would take the job without any complaint. But today is not supposed to be work day…… fine. I’ll make this work. I’ll make today fun somehow!Tenma and Sabrina stopped in front of a huge wooden door that is furnished by a large fire-shaped black emblem. Only one building holds such emblem, which is the building of…The Swarthy Order, the offic
Discordia.A vast world where many sentient races lived, it consists of nine main areas and countless other uncharted areas. The uncharted areas are typically inhabited by monsters and other beings that doesn't conform to the civilization of the Nine Areas.Power and prestige are the currency of this world. With those two in abundance, one can do almost anything. Justice, rules, and law... with enough power and prestige, one can decide what counts as those abstract concepts. And now...The sound of metal clashing resounded loudly on the shore.Once. Twice. Thrice. And keep on repeating. The clash of the two metals raised sparks that lit up the shore. Those clashes were so fast, it was impossible for an ordinary human eye to follow the movements of the two sharp metals that were continuously clashing fiercely.There was no other sound on the shore, not even the sound of the waves crashing at all, because part of the beach had been frozen. The large part of the seawater on the shore ha
He opened his eyes and saw a familiar ceiling. He turned his head to the side. A lot of beds with white sheets and pillows. Light blue curtains. Scent of medicine in the air. Yup, this is unmistakably the Infirmary of his combat school. He had made frequent visits here before, and apparently today was also one of them. He stretched his body carefully, feeling that there was nothing wrong with his limbs. Looks like someone has healed his wounds and also cared enough to put at least his jacket and pants back to cover his body. However, his shirt was gone, probably too dirty and bloody to put back on. And his head, which was wrapped in rather thick bandages, feels rather heavy and dizzy. What did happen before, he could hardly remember. What was clear to him, is that he had stay the night in the infirmary because something happened the other day. Hmm, wait… a fight. Yes, a fight. He remembers that he fought Iceheart in a duel and it kinda went south quickly… The memories start com
-Later, that night-In the vast lands of Discordia…Aetzer was a great city and kingdom. The houses were made of fortified and magically enhanced bricks, they have steep and gabled roofs with round angle. Most, if not all of them, have small towers with clear-glass dormers on it. Those who are more security and warfare-oriented chose to place turrets on top of those towers.Some who are more inclined in artistic sense have their houses decorated with statues and detailed woodworks. Or simply painted their houses with bright colors. In short, it could be said that the designs are layered, cluttered, ornate, and eccentric. But that's not all.There were factories on the corners of the city. Iron machinery with rotating gears working on whatever their purpose, like providing power for the city and producing food. The clockwork-based constructs run delicately in the background.It was always a busy place to live in. People from many races trying to live their life, making the best of thei