The echoes rippled, while his robe was moistened. The water danced near him playfully and he smiled in a cynical manner.

"The Elemental Leaders," He began, his exalted features still. "Soius, Scuin. This world is wonderful. Humans are a category of monsters."

"Rulers of the Earth," He grinned maniacally, his expression sickening and on edge of composedness. "They are the 4 humans capable of ordering us!"

"I agree completely," Soius responded deferentially, his face carving an enquiring look. "Lord Rogue Seil."

"The Academy you attend," Rogue's eyes glided, inspecting Soius' dutiful bow. "Are you happy?"

"No," Soius answered, his aura channelling, surrounding his body. "There are many interesting people." He supplied.

Rogue giggled and his head moved to the side, "Silence never suited you Scuin. Soius return to the academy. Our mental conversation is finished."

Vadras' Experience.

My aquatic irises dilated, contemplations encompassed my skull as my eyes snapped, shutting. 

"Headmaster Kai," I blandly started, massaging my hands. "You are requesting us. Graduating students, a mission regarding nobility?"

Kloaked's expression was breezy, and he answered. "I'm good. I need to sleep sometimes."

"Always," Feriosio nonchalantly supplied, his crimson spheres cheerily blaring. "Sorry, I'm skipping."

The principal smiled, witnessing the exchange of words. "I never gave you the option of declining."

I sighed, and Kloaked exhaled. I was certain we both were undesirable of this mission.

"Nope!" Flamma shouted, his fists relaxed. "I rather not get entangled in nobility."

"Confidence. Orders. Charisma." Feriosio explained, his exuberance faded. "These are the three traits nobles learn."

Kloaked laughed, and casually remarked. "You sure are serious!"

He continued, airiness dispelled, and Flamma's eyes shined. "Why would nobility need mentees?"

Kai drank his tea, gently securing the cup on the desk. "I'm merely a humble headmaster. Aristocrats scare me."

I mirthlessly smiled. Mana shaping, surrounding my body. "My comrades and I are motivated to see. The scheme these nobles made."

Flamma and Kloaked nodded, while the Fire-Wielder smiled rambunctiously and Kloaked's breeziness returned.

The world we live in is merciless. Strength. Intelligence. Masterfulness. I'm enlivened by the idea of leaving the academy.

I stood, Kloaked, Flamma, following behind. I contributed, glancing, and principal Kai signalled his goodbyes. He was a genuine mystery.

Walking across the corridor Flamma childishly grinned, racing through the hallways.

"I'm waiting on a new mace!" Kloaked yelled, reminding himself of the occurrence. "The spares won't work. Give me a better quality one!"

He rushed after Flamma, who was smiling excitedly. Avoiding Kloaked, he leaped over him. Escaping out the window.

"This!" Kloaked sighed, annoyed. Drumming his fingers against the glass panel and continued. "Use a door."

"I dislike doors," I uncaringly replied, loosening myself and falling. "My apologies!"

"Vadras!" Kloaked yelled. His frustration simply increasing. "Seriously?!"

I observed the earth, and dropped onto the grass.

Exiting Vadras' Experience.

Feriosio seated himself on a chair, grabbing a blade and burning the metal with fire. Seeing its durability he excitedly smiled. "Looks like we're prepared!"

Kloaked boringly replied, adjusting his gloves. "I'd rather stay." He mumbled irritably.

Vadras' blue spheres examined his daggers, calmly placing them into his modified pockets and standing. "I remain curious. Nobles are completely different from us." 

Flamma grinned cheerily, and he added. "Trained for war, they use self-refining items. Changing the insides of their Mana Currents."

The Maroon-edged child questioned, his expression brutal. "What happens if a nobles dies by any chance?"

"Kloaked." Vadras unemotionally stared, his eyes lingering on his companion's face and answered. "No drastic measures. Aristocratic are simply higher-ranked."

"Comprehendible," Kloaked casually smiled, his posture relaxed. "Well. Flamma. Why was there a difference with your attitude when we conversed with the headmaster?"

Flamma cheerily replied, a look of mischievousness. "I was easing your worries!"

"I'm sure you were terrified!"

"Nah! You're behaviours shows us all!"

Vadras sighed, he retreated out the room, gesturing Kloaked and Feriosio to come, and they listened to the action.

"This is only a guarding mission," The blue-haired mage explained, his weapons threatening to dangle from the sides. "We're likely to return in two weeks."

"Why us?" Kloaked asked unmannerly. "I'm a normal person with aspirations." He sarcastically affixed.

Vadras glanced, and indifferently responded. "Unsure. I'm guessing one of us is connected."

Kloaked confusedly overlooked the words, walking near Flamma and Vadras. His eyes concentrated on his mace, swinging the weapon expertly.

Exterminating the distance between them and the gate, Feriosio ran. While Kloaked carefully rushed over.

"Excited," Vadras estimated, arriving and silenced himself, and his comrades quietened. "We begin waiting." 

"Can we get going?!" Flamma questioned, and Kloaked exhaled relieving his body's exertion. "I'm becoming bored."

"Nevermind," Vadras calculated mentally, noticing Kai approaching. "Now we can leave."

"I granted myself the opportunity to bid you a farewell, but it appears there's no need to show any emotions," Kai laughed sagely, stroking his beard wisely. "There are no requirements, but behave respectfully to the nobles."

Kloaked airily nodded, moving to the gate. "Goodbye."

Flamma stayed soundless, excitedly walking and removing his presence physically and magically. 

Vadras leaped above the large doors, a single look intended for the principal, who carried on smiling maturely.

Kloaked's experience.

My hands ached slightly, holding onto a mace after an hour of traveling wasn't the most intelligent idea, and it was still useful for ameliorating.

Flamma was cheerily sprinting, his crimson orbs gliding anywhere, he was alertly scanning everything and his blood-like hair comfortably swivelled in the gentle winds.

I was keeping my detection ability watchful, while Vadras was superior in this range. My own mana compass worked well.

My spheres saw Vadras' electric detection, his hands rising. 

"Anything wrong?" I asked, enemies were likely, considering we were going to guard nobility. "Killing them sounds like a hassle."

I was given no answer, which was anticipated. Noiselessness would aid us, the opposition would come, expecting fear.

"Flamma," I heard him whisper unemotionally. "Branches."

Feriosio grinned happily, his abdomen's heatedness growing.

"Fire: Monster's Breath!"

The trees moved, and leaves dropped softly. I span, my expression changing ruthlessly.

"Combative Style: Obliterator's Stance!"

My position formed, shooting forward, I crashed into the supposed assassin, and I grabbed his fore-arm. My fingers creeped around the limb, increasing the strength, I started hearing their muffled sounds.

"Sorry," I casually mumbled, enhancing my hold on the appendage. "You were the reason this battle happened."

I listened, the cracking of their arms. Removing my grab, I axe-kicked his stomach, sending them into the earth's nature.

"Shameless," I mentally detected the noise. "No. They came to us." 

Feriosio arrived, his burning opponents unconscious. Vadras neared, his apathy glimmering. 

"I'm guessing we win?" Flamma rhetorically questioned, his exuberance returning. "Kloaked you barely defeated them."

"I rarely use my techniques. I reserve them, when I battle someone challenging."

We were unable to continue. There was a person, clapping. I readied myself, and rushed forward.

Exiting Kloaked's experience.

Rogue continued his clapping, his hands rhythmically moving. "Such mana."

Vadras cautiously walked, his oceanic spheres examining his damage.

The robed-mage delightfully grinned, his expression malleable. "Rogue. Rogue Seil."

"We're watching you?" Kloaked enquired, unmoving now. "Why not get graduated Magic-Users?"

"Arguable," Rogue swivelled, his yellow eyes charismatically staring. "I wanted to learn your capabilities."

"Some of you are the future of this kingdom after all."

Flamma nonchalantly smiled, his fire reducing. "Kloaked's going to fail as a mage." He cheerily stated.

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding!"

Rogue advanced, and Vadras walked behind him, unemotionally scrutinizing the robe-wearing noble.

"He's strategic." The blue-haired child evaluated. "Behaviour wise."

Vadras continued, checking his daggers condition occasionally. While Kloaked and Feriosio competed with one another.

Rogue's sun-like strands were blown away, his movements decreased and he held out both hands again, and water began swaying around him.

"Water+Dimensional: Sea's Realms."

Kloaked's eyes widened slowly, his merciless look returning. "His magic. The Unrevealed's!"

The brutal-child alerted himself quietly. "No. Someone gave him those dimensions!"

"Enter," Rogue ordered, kindly gesturing. "This portal is uneasy to uphold."

Flamma sprinted through, and came to a city. Many people walking. Listening to each-other and some slumbered. 

"The capital," Feriosio grinned excitedly, metering towards the manor cheerily. "Sure is astonishing."

Vadras advanced after, his aquatic eyes examining the skies warily. "Their reasoning hiring us is acceptable. We're still students."

The electric-mage apathetically nodded, marking everything mentally. "The Spiritual Kingdom's capital, comprising of many skilled, and motivated mana-wielders."

Rogue stood near, his posture less stiffened. "Astounding? Aristocrats are forced to learn, and train when they begin understanding basic issue of the country."

"I'm quite aware," Vadras blandly answered, his thunder expanding, feeling anyone approaching. "I only study when I'm curious."

"Interesting," Rogue kindly replied. "Learn anything you desire."

"The kingdom relies on mages. Master the use of this mystical energy."

"Now. My main guard awaits. Please stay. I'm going to send a butler to give you the confirmation of coming."

Rogue opened a circular entry-way, and leaped across the portal dispelling after he disappeared.

Kloaked stared, his eyes centring on the dissipated portal's location. "Unrevealed and him are comrades."

He seated himself on the fence, relaxing. "Connecting my Mana."

"Combative Style: Decimating Rupture!"

His fists shattered the earth, opening a crater. Kloaked casually smiled, examining the results.

"The master would like his garden to stay undamaged." A bowing butler informed, obediently waiting. "Come when you're ready."

"My apologies," Kloaked airily replied, watching the worker enter the structure. "Seriously? I guess I can train less sooner."

Vadras unemotionally moved, nearing the manor and Flamma followed, his crimson orbs nonchalantly scrutinizing.

Flamma saw the chandeliers swinging. His magma-like spheres followed the shine and saw Rogue patiently and calmly sitting.

Feriosio walked, and remained guarded. He was hired, and protecting the noble was the reason.

Vadras stayed, reaching the assigned space. His hands holding a documentation given by the butler roughly.

"The mission lasts for two weeks and we can return to the academy," Vadras estimated, eyeing the sheets he obtained. "The Seil Family called their mages to the main complex."

Kloaked was stationed outside on the gates, he was still seated on the fence and boringly watched, some citizens looking. Entranced by the big doors designs.

"Why were we specifically requested?" He mumbled, while rubbing his aching hands. "I rarely contend in a serious battle."

The mentee breezily continued, standing around the premise and practicing, exerting himself and exhaustedly sitting.

Kloaked whispered, annoyed. "My seconds are wasted."

His hands rested on his weapon. He brutally slammed the mace onto the bushes.

"I'm guessing something's going to happen."

Vadras apathetically stared, water gathered around Rogue, his appendages spinning.

"Water-based magic is simple. Easy to agree with?" The robed-noble asked, his flood dissipating. "My magic amounts are miniscule compared to other aristocrats."

The oceanic-haired child nodded unemotionally. Unresponsively walking away, returning to his station.

"I suppose they really hired us, guarding." Vadras calculated, his aquatic eyes catching the shape of someone, and when he checked once more, their form dispelled. "Their scheming."

He grabbed his daggers, enhancing them with Mana. "I stay, waiting."

Flamma's hands surrounding with fire, he exhaustedly dissipated the flames and continued. "Kingdom Studies sounds better now."

His mana was depleting after the battle and satiating his boringness. "We are not the only students."

Feriosio nonchalantly glanced, feeling someone watching his moves. "No. I wonder if skipping is allowed."

"The headmaster banned us from withdrawing!" He mentally yelled. "Why?!"

His eyes concentrated. The strength of his magical aura extending.

"Dimensional Magic: Conversation of the Universe!"

"Scuin," Rogue greeted, his cynical behaviour returning. "They detected your energy."

"I awaited your answer. Mistress of the Climax."

"Any news worth hearing?" She asked, Rogue laughed. "Children are children."

"Children are ruthless." He smiled wickedly. "This earth is, as well."

"I'm still a child."

Kloaked's stance changed, he moved masterfully. He raced. Examining his speed.

"Combative Style: Craterous!"

His mana surged, the energy enhanced and his body started increasing its durability. Restricting himself, he succeeded in quickening his physical strength's reduction.

Kloaked walked casually, his windy smile diminished. His orbs centred on the dented materials. "I'm screwed."

Vadras unemotionally expanded his electrical detection. His oceanic spheres rested on the door. He was ready, when any issue would arrive.

"A waste." He sighed, undesiring of continuing. "I could study the Unrevealed. His dimensional magic likely originates from the noble. Meaning it would reason me staying." 

The aquatic-haired mage stood, his seated posture removed, staring through the hallway he was aware there was something occurring.

"Mana is shaping." He calculated, sprinting across the corridor and his eyes saw a silhouette fading. "My speculations were shown. Someone is around."

The Unrevealed laughed, cheerily, and wickedly.