Tenma watched silently as Raiga passed out from his wounds and exhaustion. Disregarding his own state of injuries and fatigue, he watched as someone jumped down from the stands and approached them. The white-haired girl that he met the other day--Sylvia---passed by him with an apologetic glance and immediately casted a healing spell on Raiga.Aside from raised eyebrows, he didn't say anything. That's fine. Raiga needs more medical attention than him anyway. He got some scratches, bruises and a slightly deep cut on his shoulder… which is basically just flesh wounds compared to what he has inflicted on Raiga.Tenma might have broken some of his bones, and there were some deep cuts on him. He took extra care to aim for non-vital spots, otherwise that would potentially endanger his friend's life. Raiga will walk this off without serious problems, he's certain. He felt kinda bad, though.But above all, he also felt proud for his friend's improvements. As always, his movements were very fas
"Can I talk with you for a bit…?" Tenma said, almost inaudible. Tachie had to listen closely to get what he said."Sure, that's why I asked you. But Kazuki-kun, let's sit down first…"Slightly bewildered, Tachie watched as the tall orange-haired lady put her arm around Tenma's shoulder and gently ushered him to the seat where she was sitting before, without any shred of awkwardness or hesitation. She did all that with a sense of familiarity and a warm smile.The orange-haired lady sat Tenma down on her former chair. He looks oddly compliant. Then she looked at Tachie, and tilted her head curiously."Hey, are you with him?" The lady asked. Gentle, but not weak. Firm, but not unkind.Tachie nodded, for some reason isn't trusting herself to speak in front of this dignified lady. There's something dangerous about this lady, she thinks. Not in the sense that she would try to harm her, but rather… she feels like if she opens her mouth before this lady, she would speak of things that she'd r
Sometime in the past…It was raining. The skies were dark. In an open field where there was nothing but water droplets from the rainfall, two bodies lay motionless. One was a brown-haired woman, eyes closed as if in peace, there was no breathing from her. Next to her, there was a little girl who's crying and ignoring everything else.The other one, a black haired man, was bleeding profusely, his breathing ragged. Next to him, there was a little boy, who's trying his best to stay strong for the little girl."Mister, my mom and dad will come soon. They will help… they can do anything!" He said with shaky voice. "Please, just hold on…"He tried feebly to stop the man's bleeding with his hands, but it was no use. The bleeding did not stop, and the man has lost too much blood…"No… don't worry too much, young man. It's too late for me." the man softly spoke. He was fading quickly. "It's okay. Tell Kaito and Frieda you did your best…""Y-you know my parents…? How did you…""We're old frien
Sabrina sighed as she and Tenma walked casually together towards their school, Agni Veritas Academy. It was still raining, although not as hard as before. They shared a black umbrella together, their shoulders lightly touching. She silently recalled what happened earlier in the morning.They had breakfast together, just the two of them, so they did it on her house since no one else was there.Reina was staying over at Tachie’s dormitory, just as Tenma said. Noa was nowhere in sight, but Tenma looks unconcerned about it so that means nothing bad happened.She didn't ask what happened, but it was still a rare occasion that only happened once in a blue moon. It was a quiet morning that she would always cherish. It really was quiet… but it's not out of awkwardness. Both of them weren't the type that likes to talk too much anyway.“I guess I’ll cook something for our breakfast...” She said.“Nah, let me handle that.” Tenma interrupted. “You just sit there and wait.”“But it’s my home…”“Jus
They are inside the school now, walking out the Elevator and onto the Second Floor, where all the classrooms are. Normally they would part ways now since they're in different class, but since today is Joint Class, they will have a class together now. There's little to no reason to separate…Tenma kept his enthusiastic spirits from before, eager and ready to receive the lesson that he had read ahead. Meanwhile Sabrina walked beside him, her overall mood has dramatically shifted from sulking to a rather cheerful one. That's totally have nothing to do with the prospect of having some quality time with the black-haired young man today, without any interruptions.But before that can happen, they have a school schedule to get through first. Sabrina smoothed her expression, trying to hide her eagerness from everyone they passed. She was supposed to be a stern and proper member of Student Council, so at least she has to keep herself in check.Tenma however, looked as neutral as ever. Whether
Everyone was silent in that Lecture Hall, captivated by the footage that has started playing from the projector.A vaguely humanoid entity that looks like its entire being was comprised of pitch-black steel that somehow doesn't reflect the sunlight walked forth into the battlefield, but its steps weightless as a feather. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. Nothing. On its face, there was simply nothing but black. In its hand it was grasping some sort of sword. And by 'some sort of sword', it means it was only shaped like a sword… but it wasn't really a sword, because it was made of black and red energy, instead of any sort of metal. The blade and the hilt are entirely comprised by that dark energy.The entity walked into the battlefield as another figure charged at it. The figure was a pasty white humanoid with massive black bat wings, with their eyes entirely crimson like it was filled by blood. Their nails are crooked claws, which seen as the figure raised its hand and chanted.It was Magi
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