He swung his sword, his blade erupting into flames. He continued, his hand roaring with warmth. Flamma spiritedly undulated his weapon. He energetically moved, expertness surrounded his shape.

His crimson pupils altered their sights, he sprinted away. His rambunctious features changing, and he encompassed his expression with nonchalance.

Excitability, a weakness. He needed to behave calmingly, he was always more excited. Now walking, Flamma arrived at the academy, strolling across the hallways, childishly grinning, and noticed the door.

Opening the small gate, he rushed into the space and soundlessly seated himself on the chair. Hearing the mentor's detailed words.

"Huh. The magical energy residing in the body is quite worrying." Krywn, the professor, whispered. Staring towards the children maturely. "When mana is physically manifested. You gain the ability to create many weapons."

"Ironically enough, there are countless mages which overlook this skill, you can easily eliminate the enemy, extinguishing the conspicuousness." He excitedly explained, his voice calmingly sounded. "Now. Now. Since you're all near the date when you leave this academy. I'd like you to use what was learned."

"Wise, unmindful. Aspects which hold no significance, people battle differently from others, and we would like you students to realize this." Krywn's lively attitude changed, and a glare clawed itself onto his face. "While cleverness is required. I'm sure you're all aware."

"Materializing mana is simple. Control your currents and picture the energy mentally. Unleash, and manipulate." The mentor advised, he extended his arm, and concentrated. "The detectors are likely able to learn this easier." He stopped, and grabbed a letter from the desk.

"Soius, I require you to move away, and enter the headmaster's office." Krywn read, his attention planted on the documentation. "Disregard his withdrawal students." He ordered, and his explanation merely noised.

"After this week, the final class shall be held in the principal’s personal announcements room, all children from each sectors are expected to arrive."

He smiled, appeased, and declared. "The war is not something a child can handle, we nurtured you all into cunning, and durable mages."

Bitterly, he reminded them of their methods. "Repeatedly damaging you, and worsening your condition, and requesting your brutality."

"Your second year with the academy was when everything became much more serious."

Krywn finally completed his monologue, and grinned encouragingly to the students. "Class is completed."

Flamma advanced through the passage in the structure, his exuberance shining from his expression, he walked speedily and entered the room, he saw Kloaked slumbering.

He childishly smiled, and moved his finger forward, and excitedly yelled. "Fire: Exhausted Flames." He observed the floating fire, relaxing on the seats.

The uniform's sleeves were completely burned, and Kloaked remained sleeping, unaware, and unbothered by the heatedness.

Flamma's Experience.

I watched the alternating stances of the master. Their fists forwarded, and returned to where they were originally. While I was excited about graduation's arrival. My weaknesses were easy to realize. Exuberance, and I always was uncaring of these emotions.

I remained still, and gathered mana into my hands, enhancing the body with energy was challenging, barely. My aura blasted around my limbs.

Hearing a frustrated roar, my head span to the front of the class. The master annoyingly yelled. "Now! Look, this is connected with the physical manifestation of mana lesson!"

Their arms extended, and a few small magical blades formed, and were thrown across the vicinity, and reached me, I warily dodged to the side. "Why me?!" I gloweringly enquired.

"Brats like you never learn." They amusedly responded, definitely humoured by the cautiousness. "You're lucky your expertise is higher than others." 

"Silently leave!" I shouted immaturely. "We need comfortableness, something you are unable to understand!"

The master laughed, and scanned the room, their fingers signalling to another child. "Now. The reason this lesson is crucial, someone, a noble, came to the academy. They're your age and he is participating in the war."

"Noble Riuden Roarn!" They announced, his form creeping onto the arena. "14, like you and making his name renowned!"

The shown Riuden glanced at the master, and returned his stare to the students. "Where is Void?" He asked, never caring to observe the master's confusion. "I competed with him, and our mana battled." 

I looked over, unsure of this Void. His name sounded similar with Vadras', I stayed sceptical. While he continued, examining the seats.

"Void?" The mentor mused, regarding the name, uncertainly. "I'm sure he gave you a nickname. Many are afraid, your heritage is noticeable."

Riuden ignored their words, he resolutely distinguished the students separately. "Hah! Void was what the Unrevealed called him, I overheard their conversation."

"Unrevealed?" They once again questioned, rubbing their scalp hastily. "Sorry...I'm still unaware of the name."

I grinned, reminded, Uv gave Vadras the nickname. "You mean Vadras?!" I asked noisily.

"Blue hair? Aquatic eyes?" Riuden excitedly enquired. "Oceanic mana?"

I energetically nodded, and looked around, unable to see Vadras, he was likely skipping classes. Which would considerably lower his learning, I only desired to leave. While I stared, I bitterly mumbled. "Leaving this lesson sounds appealing."

Riuden, composedly swivelled to the master, while the students were confusedly watching. "Using my Roarn surname, I'm required to spar with Void!"

The mentor languidly refused, their voice annoyed. "You came to the academy to show the students your skill, and the abilities needed to battle in the war, which, may I add, is not stopping soon."

"My apologies." Riuden sarcastically noised. "I would like to battle with someone, and when... Void is available him after."

"Acceptable." They murmured, gesturing a clipboard, and bringing into their grab. "I need many of these brats immaturity decreased." 

"Feriosio Flamma VS Noble Riuden Roarn!"

I readied myself, and collected mana into my appendages. I entered a stance, and was positioned properly, and I grinned excitedly.

"Starting... Now!"

My fingers erupted with flames, and I strolled towards Riuden, unworriedly examining his unwary posture, and sprinted forward.

Burning with mana, I leaped across the stadium, and rushed my fists over to the noble. He lingered in the space, and his form dispelled.

I span, and roared carelessly. "Fire: Monster's Breath." My mouth radiated flames, and Riuden callously stared, reaching in, and slamming his arm onto my face's side.

Grabbing his fore-arm, something which I learned fighting Scuin, the Roarn growled, when his body crashed, and dropped above the surface.

His maddened look became boisterous, and whispered. "You're really careless..." He declared, his energy nearing him. "Mental and Physical: Shattered Condition."

Riuden started changing his stance, and wildly leaped. His speeds were unlike before, and his fingers clicked, and randomly, I was kneeling.

"Physiological: Leader's Respectfulness."

My shape rose, and I nonchalantly stared. "Your whispers. Your emotions, and weakness." I cruelly walked, and my aura yelled.

Exiting Flamma's Experience.

Kloaked merely observed Flamma's rampage, he clasped his hands. The mentor approvingly looked, like they desired this.

He considered stopping the battle, annoyingly, a barricade of energy was shaped. He stood, and walked away, glancing at the Roarn's own strength, he was superior and would win the spar, and Flamma would lose.

While he walked, Vadras entered, the same detached expression he always wore. Kloaked nodded, and explained briskly. "Flamma's mad, and this Riuden you competed with wants a rematch."

Vadras uncaringly listened, and apathetically answered. "I detected your natural response, leave him. Flamma needs to remove his barbaric attitude, which he currently gained."

"I was... I came to the academy later than everyone else, you and Flamma were companions, was he like this?"

The mage unemotionally glanced at the spar, and composed his words. "Of course. I'm still confused, why ask me?" His demeanour was bored, chilling.

"A question." Kloaked rested on the chair, and observed Flamma getting slammed onto the barrier. "He's never going to learn.

Flamma's fingers emanated fire, he rushed at the Roarn, and span. His hand leaving warmth in the climate, and he grinned, now calmed.

"You're behaving roughly." Riuden remarked, damaged, breathing deeply. "I understand, this academy contains children like you." He formed near Flamma, and a barrage of appendages were delivered around his abdomen.

Feriosio gathered more, and more mana. His body, unable to handle the exertion dropped. His energy dissipating.

The sword plunged into their chests, and Scuin, Uv, watched, bringing the swords away from the expanse, belonging to death. While Uv sighed, melancholically. "I still can't comprehend this, he won. Barely scathed, and we were unconscious after I arrived at the hospital."

Scuin unaffectedly responded. "Battling, you're stronger when fighting."

"I'm doubtful," Rogue declared, approaching his comrades, exhaustedly. "Uv, we never became aware, your real name."

Uv merely grinned, his lips amusedly curled. "My name stays... Unrevealed!"

"Flamma, you never bother, hearing my words bore you, huh?" The voice immaturely sung. "Hah. Remain guarded... Always guarded."

He was woken up, and looked at the empty ceiling. He recalled anything he could, the spar, his cruelness, and losing.

His crimson-hair was massaged by his hand, calming all the stress his mental confines gathered. While he relaxed, he examined the sector around him.

The healing room, he stared, and stood. His vision ached, his eyes were likely damaged. Flamma reached the door, and swung it open.

Flamma skidded across the surface, ungently. He disregarded the leaving students. Roughly, he leaped out the window.

Whispers, he heard them. They roared, beckoning him, his blood-resembling pupils were secured, and he radiated his mana, diluting his stress again.

He sighed wearily, his exhaustion creeping, encircling his face. "Seriously. Why am I still like this?" The mage mumbled.

"Our battle exhausted me," Riuden announced, standing near him. "I would like to apologize, my exuberance controlled me." He sounded.

The crimson-haired child nonchalantly grinned, and energetically, his exhaustion dispelled, replied. "It’s okay! I was able to relax! Now, were you able to battle Void?" He laughed noiselessly at the name.

Riuden whistled lowly, and confessed. "I issued a challenge, and was the loser..." He massaged his head uncomfortably.

"What happened?!"

"During the spar, he used a skilfully wielded weapon, and eliminated my spell's movements," Riuden carefully answered. "Now. I'm needed elsewhere."

Kloaked relaxed on his cushion, and glanced to the side airily. "Your new nickname is well approved." He smiled, and disregarded the silence.

The blue-haired mage stared from his bed, mentally scrutinizing the never-finishing war, and calmly mused. "I simply need more amelioration."

"Compassion? I really would like to learn."

While Kloaked slumbered, Vadras was contemplating, his mental cage crafting newer ideas, again and again. "The war is happening between the Spiritual Kingdom and Fallen Kingdom. There are two more, and they are only making smaller moves."

He stood, and escaped from the mattress' grab, advancing out the door, Vadras noticed Kloaked and Flamma were sleeping, which was a preferable outcome.

Vadras arrived at the academy’s outside sector, and seated himself on the roof, observing the heavens, his aquatic orbs span, and he noised. "Uv."

Unrevealed merely watched the child, he roughly grinned, and stayed standing. "Hello, Void. Your energy is low. Why are you this lively?" He calculably asked.

"I'm unable to slumber now," Vadras uncaringly answered, unbothered by his exhaustion. "Unrevealed, why are you staying around?"

"Hah! I was incapable of sleeping," He answered, and his head clicked upwards. "Call me... Quos Unsaeal." Quos requested.

Kloaked sighed, annoyed. He stared at the small fire made. "Seriously Feriosio?!" He mumbled, his voice's noisiness hearable.

Flamma grinned childishly in response, and answered casually. "We are going to battle soon."

The silver-sphered battler roared enquiringly. "Why are you this relaxed?!"

Feriosio brushed away his blood-like hair, and replied nonchalantly. "We're both experienced." He sounded. Kloaked glanced over, his expression unwary.

Kloaked exhaled wildly. "Hah. I guess are secrets are unsecure." He mumbled, no worriedness near.

Kai sipped his cup, and wisely laughed. "Professor Krywn, the announcements are around two weeks, and the children are improving speedily."

Krywn's face was composed, his mouth opened. "Headmaster Kai, you were a respected mage, and still are...Why are you sending yourself to the Scales?"

The headmaster smiled quizzically, and replied. "Another country. I'd like to return, after all the Scales and us are similar."

"The battle with Asceticae was only recently completed, and we learned he was communicating with students from this academy, we need you, staying near!"

Kai's aura extended towards Krywn, and he offered. "Okay, I leave and remain with the Scales...One week, and you manage anything in the office?"

"You could remain near, since you are not changing, I shall look over the office."

"I appreciate this," Kai stiffly grinned, and sipped. "Now. I need to finish these documents."

Krywn nodded, and sharply glanced, Kai's expression never altered, and the mentor escaped, his glare never dissipating

Kloaked's mace crashed into the metals, and he canalized mana, surrounding the weapon, and masterfully slamming the mace around the surface, and his stare noticed the craters. 

"Again?"

He needed his strength to magnify, and walked over to the arena once more, challengers were likely. "I desire something more damaging!"

A crazy yell.